A Year on the Malverns - Haiku

 

 

Childish memories

Bridge the past to family now

Picnic in the rain

 

Pheasant in the road

Abandoned glove Beech in bud

Between sun and moon

 

White feather Black Crow

Bare feet beat time on the Earth

Severed trees in bud

 

Apple blossom breeze

Deviation from the plan

Blowing through the trees

 

Ribbons in the wind

Out of reach a kestrel hunts

Pages ripped from hand

 

Two times two times two

Magpies and Easter bonnets

Unnecessary

 

Roses from market

Kate and Matt having a chat

Fallen foxglove found

 

Three of us eating

Three different cakes at the well

Three rabbits running

 

Favourite resting spot

Paths affirmed and reassured

A local assumed

 

Green fullness red road

Slow dog shimmering water

Cornwall beckoning

 

Take a different path

Savouring every moment

Over hills to home

 

Two rabbits two birds

Undisturbed by my presence

Glad to be back here

 

Every sound and sight

Sinks deep into my body

I collect nothing

 

A heavy stillness

Interspersed with plane sheep train

Skylarks sing through it

 

Young mother watches

Detached from the world below

Contemplating wings

 

Walking with a friend

Sometimes poetry Escapes me

Walking with a friend

Can be poetry In itself

 

Walking an old path

With my family right now

Spring rediscovered

 

Abundance of shit

Severed limbs of childhood home

Balanced by birdsong

 

Precarious Edge

Drawn to a different path

A snake follows birth

 

A death follows snake

Three crows fly by silently

Walking through sorrow

 

Full Moon stone table

Walking the ditch to clearing

Pen is running out

 

Placing stone on cairn

Retracing Roman footsteps

Swallows swoop and dive

 

A Ruby Wedding

Birthday and a Funeral

The wheel keeps turning

 

Hound-dog and Hay-bales

Harebells and Helicopter

Here again and sane

 

Breathing space at last

Mother and son walk and talk

Random connections

 

Two birds sing sweetly

Equinox the midway point

Two strangers no more

 

Swifts swoop swirl and dive

Sadness for summer’s waning

Tangible sweetness

 

Orion returns

A ripening and harvest

Collected berries

 

Bench over childhood home

Two skylarks hang suspended

Distant smoke

 

Rhythm of feet on earth

Sound of paper

Scratched by pen

 

Abandoned T-shirt

Ragged in the autumn breeze

Dead rat

 

Black slug

Creeping darkness

Small fruit

 

Cold wind biting face

Butter yellow berries

Raven moon

 

Strong shadows falling

Flies swarm on shit

Dead tree

 

Turmoil in the trees

Fly is buzzing in my ear

Fox path

 

Caterpillar in November

Crosses the threshold

Reborn again

 

Sunlight in the fog

Feet insist on walking through

Poppy paper thin

 

If I had not looked

Up at that moment I would

Have missed the rainbow

 

Patterns in the ice

Of sparkling diamonds wedged

Small reality

 

Coldest walking yet

Forgot the pen to draw

Re-tracing my steps

 

Bleak February

Sighing back into my self

Wind swept rain stings face

 

Returning to find

Space where the bench used to be

Path by which we came

 

The wind agitates

Flagpoles clank like a ship’s mast

Legs protest

 

Frost dusted stone

And leaf. Cold air on face

Relief

 

Creaking. Yielding.

Bird. Woman.

Rabbit. Dog.

 

Heart in the hillside

Spiralling back to begin

Letting go again

 

Winter solstice sun

Slants through stormy skys

trailing Snail on lichen green

 

Westerly wind

Blows away the old

White fur
 

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