Haiku

lonely walk -
in the branches
flood debris

farmyard stones
through the soles of my shoes
the Milky Way

his portrait restored
my father
younger than me

the dead together
wavering in crowds
– autumn grasses

mice had half the pear
while I dreamed of my parents
caught in the blitz

not a breath –
crisp iced mud
and a crow caw

dawn in the hills –
ridge-lines float
on glowing cloud

fleecy lamb
eaten away at the chest
full of rain

a new gentle me –
sheep keep their distance
the crow flaps off

my big head:
the hills, the clouds
the winter sun

again and again
the roaring surf
as we hold from talking

bollocks to them –
in the spiky pith
a new conker

skeleton tree
in the summer greenery
reaching for light

autumnal day:
gloom and dazzle
wrestle

November –
the teal couple
splash what light there is

a child playing spillikins –
watching precarious sticks
with her tongue

to a death
in the same crowded train
with the same brimming heart

damp skin
the fog’s illumination
inwardly mysterious

just born on a clear night
the heavens
resolve to a nipple

tenthousand bright waves –
the anchorwarp squeaks
as we bow to each one

stone cloister –
devil and saint
softened by time

Ah, Christine,
our New Year’s fire
wakes a scorpion