Haiku

the hill road -
curving out of sight
into my heart

planning my moves
across the living room
it comes to this

a bowl of beans
and when I've eaten them
there's the bowl

distant chimes
thoughts settle into silence
lit by sounds

ripping fart
this heavenly evening
undisturbed

fat rain
each drop dripping
its own way

clouds in a tidal pool his ashes

the famous view
obscured by seafog
whitethorn blossom

boot-scrapings
drying in the Spring sun
lightfoot lads

an old pine
just a little Spring warmth
sticky juices

edge of the blind
bluegreyblue drifting
grey blue grey