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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