hill climb
my breath
overtakes me

mountain posture
stretching to
the missed cobweb

policy meeting
wind turbines
spin the mist

premature daffodils
a plastic trike left
out for recycling

endless rain
the marsh becomes
a swan neck deep

#haiga

MOT failure
black tape covers
a warning message

staff development
people problems
cover the flip-chart

two harp house
the christmas lights
not taken down

frost-bound
a robin waits
beside the feeder

traffic light season
the river passes
a line of commuters

old friends
lines laid out
across the granite

small hours
first snow brightens
the bedroom

freezing rain
the postman's knees
pillar box red

milky way
not one star
gives a shit

prostate exam
the consultant's finger
touches a nerve

endless rain
tail lights blur
into the mall

mid agenda
an orange
half-peeled

tin chapel
hail rattles
the still vestry

cloudless sky
granite teeters
on the brink

dune slack
the birder's path
full of rain

wildflower meadow
the picnic bench
becomes an anvil

stone garden
reflecting leaves
riffle a stream

deep autumn
the moss has made
a bed to die in

between the shells
something summer
left behind

Ginst Point, New Year

We walk towards an estuary

Where three rivers merge,

And I stumble in the dune slack,

Mud on ripped jeans,

A sign of things to come.

Our movement spooks

A flock of plovers,

The tide drew out to shining sand,

As you ask if animals die of old age,

Only if the predators don't get them first.

In your photographs,

I'm a man time is stalking,

The years creep,

Like a punt gunner,

Carrying the blunderbuss,

That fells a clutch of geese,

Amongst the flotsam,

We collected together,

Someone I trust,

To pick up my broken pieces.

___

the chapel goers
hurried inside
winter rain

#senryu 

New Year's Day
piss and rain spill
from a chip tray