The thaw from the North

As the sun rises,
the shadow of the house
leads the snow away.

Record player

The needle skates a
thin black track — weaves behind a
tapestry of sound

My first present

Snow!!
On my birthday —
the world all wrapped up.

Homeward bound

Driving North
the setting sun enters, then leaves
through streaked windows

Tomorrow

My morning run
postponed again — catching up
on sleep instead

Hampton open air pool

Night swimming —
steam rises,
I float.

The Ankerwyke Yew*

Two thousand Springs
I’ve seen dear Snowdrop —
still my sap rises.

* This is one of tree oldest trees in the country

Spring morning

Warm tea bags
tossed on the compost —
stretching, the worms wake

Egretta garzetta

White egret, startled —
why the fuck am I writing
all of these haiku?

Excrement

On the verge
mounds of fly-tipped litter
and horse shit

After her performance

Paper flowers,
still on the stage — my
tired ballerina

Off duty

After their shift
firemen leaving the yard
in everyday cars

Winter drive

Against the windscreen
slushy splats of snow,
heater blowing hard

Bronchial tree

The oak’s branches
branch in the evening sky —
its wooden lungs bare

After a winter ride

Scrubbing mud
from all my bike’s crevices,
then from all mine!

Abandoned nests

Last summer’s lean-to:
loose branches, bottles;
above, the birds’ neat knot

Poetrometry

Counting syllables
of all my haiku poems —
over four thousand!

Winter pond

Bullrushes,
their heads gently bent
by the snow.

Dad, where’s the rest of it?

Thoughtfully to school
under half the moon,
your mittened hand in mine

Corvus cornix

Stealing through
the pale, hail-filled sky
a crow, hooded.

Light at the end of the tunnel

Slowly the snowdrop
squeezes up through the earth —
ah, fresh air

Already an expert

Scoffing popcorn —
not practising mindfulness,
just bellyfulness.

Game of Thornes

Mountain biking
in Westeros —
A Dance Of Tyre On Mud

Doing it (mostly) for me

I don’t care
if you don’t rate it —
I CREATED!

Bolt from the blue

By the river
waiting for inspiration —
or a kingfisher!

RGB

Texting in drizzle —
coloured drops on my screen
dissecting pixel

Avoiding the limelight

Super-Moon —
the reluctant hero hides behind
her cloudy cape