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another noon
still standing
in my father’s shadow | tempslibres |
lighting cigarettes
from each other's cigarettes
the slow setting sun | tempslibres |
hailstones
against the windscreen
our silence | tempslibres |
small white butterflies
she starts to think
it might be too late | tempslibres |
sunlight
on grandfather’s whiskers
we close the lid | tempslibres |
in the rest home lounge
the quiet piano
its line of cracked keys | tempslibres |
evening breeze
winding through war graves
the scent of mown grass | tempslibres |
transit camp
dust tracks deepening
on the child’s face | tempslibres |
gliding back and forth
through the office aquarium
goldfish and workers | tempslibres |
in the old folder
of accountancy reports
a pressed wild flower | tempslibres |
white satin
cool against her skin
choosing a coffin | tempslibres |
fortieth birthday
fastening my old belt
at a new hole | tempslibres |
abandoned steelworks
a small weed
cracking concrete | tempslibres |
thunderstorm downpour
thrashing against the window
her sweat on my lips | tempslibres |
darkening skies
cattle clatter down the ramp
into the abattoir | tempslibres |
electric storm
out of a dark horizon
a raven's eye | tempslibres |
summer thunderstorm
filling air with tension
she crosses her thighs | tempslibres |
taking the old road
to my father's stone
the slow tilt of stars | tempslibres |
nude in the sauna
the young woman pours water
on stony silence | tempslibres |
silent
as a mouse
the trap | tempslibres |
kissing the widow
along her silver neck chain
the glint of his ring | tempslibres |
how slowly
the coffee drips
morning rain | tempslibres |
packing away
the baby blankets
late frost | tempslibres |
wishing
she wasn't cremated
Mother's Day | tempslibres |
chemo patient
seeking inspiration
in a bookstore | tempslibres |
Just before;
The dish hits the floor
The silence | tempslibres |
One just sits;
And blue dawn light floods
his poor house. | tempslibres |
"Soprano
clear and cool
" | and pale violin float; |
the winter sun
in the cancer ward -
a quiet old couple | tempslibres |
old pond -
another lily
in bloom | tempslibres |
no real reason
for a small sadness
late white roses | tempslibres |
between downpours
orchestral swell through
a half open window | tempslibres |
through a wine glass
the swaying of
feathery grass heads | tempslibres |
wild poppies
gusts of music from
the midsummer fair | tempslibres |
shadows. a window ledge
just big enough to hold
two doves | tempslibres |
half moon
only broken crackers
in the tin | tempslibres |
revision notes
brushing sand
into the gaps | tempslibres |
the first dusk of may
it's suddenly there
a pale orange poppy | tempslibres |
dandelions . . .
two drinkers unzip
by the path | tempslibres |
scrunched-up clouds
a blue plastic bag
in the nettles | tempslibres |
early spring
one morning the clang of
scaffolding poles | tempslibres |
platform 9:
through the glass roof the shapes
of swooping gulls | tempslibres |
sneaking out
thru' the bathroom window
steam meets fog | tempslibres |
in my rear view mirror
the moon
on full beam | tempslibres |
hard frost
wrapping myself up against
the breakfast news | tempslibres |
winter bleak
under the rail bridge
graffiti blooms | tempslibres |
christmas lights . . .
high above the street a skein
of twilight geese | tempslibres |
in the walled garden
the scent
of decaying apples | tempslibres |
another day
another apple crumble
. . . autumn deepens | tempslibres |
autumn days
the weight of my life's
unpicked apples | tempslibres |
hindsight
a field of
cut stalks | tempslibres |
tree burl
summer reveals
my old scars | tempslibres |
our shadows
leaning on the railings
on the pond | tempslibres |
wind chime
my phone picks up
a wifi hotspot | tempslibres |
fallen apples
the constellation of
the gardener | tempslibres |
forget-me-nots
our white dog shakes off
pale blue stars | tempslibres |
remembering you
cold and warm
on the same breeze | tempslibres |
day break
half a pale blue
egg shell | tempslibres |
good friday
the outstretched arms
of the espalier pear | tempslibres |
how high into
the hillside cemetery
the fog tide rolls | tempslibres |
Exposed roots.
The tree outside her
childhood home | tempslibres |
Punctuation.
A rose petal falls
from the vase | tempslibres |
all the suns
that we can muster
winter celandine | tempslibres |
work done
my shadow reaches
the sunlit laurels | tempslibres |
the window cleaner's ladder
leaves two small holes
in the planet | tempslibres |
"Oh
a cold rain"
again fills the river | with circles |
Moss on the roof
tiles. First one cat
then another | tempslibres |
year's end
there's a hearse
in the fast lane | tempslibres |
geminids a couple
of white pills before
i go to bed | tempslibres |
double whisky
everything glistens
in the mist | tempslibres |
overcast
until a white moth lands
on my phone screen | tempslibres |
wind chime
a text brings news
of his death | tempslibres |
frost burn
high windows blaze
with sunlight | tempslibres |
glistening frost
the slow blue arc
of a buzzard | tempslibres |
roadkill pheasant
all the blustery colours
of autumn | tempslibres |
in the hedge
the lighted windows
of a train | tempslibres |
even after 30 years
the scent of honeysuckle
one summer night | tempslibres |
monday morning
ant traffic on the main stem
of the rose | tempslibres |
full moon
a pear hanging
this side of the wall | tempslibres |
starless night
the cyclist
without lights | tempslibres |
"hawk
on a fence post."
"first light | " |
day moon
the jellyfish we spot
from the end of the pier | tempslibres |
high summer
where the shade stops
so does the dog | tempslibres |
not long till sundown
into the willows
a yellow frisb e e | tempslibres |
another cloudy night
i google
the moon phase | tempslibres |
sunless days
the world locked in
a pine cone | tempslibres |
easter sunset
a red-tinged cross
of contrails | tempslibres |
neatly stacked
the scents
of sawn timber | tempslibres |
plum blossom
the haiku poet's mind . . .
elsewhere | tempslibres |
spring sunshine
on a high branch a plastic bag
puffs out its chest | tempslibres |
winter solstice
inside the hollow tree
fire blackened | tempslibres |
a cut glass bowl
holds the shells of our summers
this life in exile | tempslibres |
hard frost -
deep in my coat pocket
summer sea-glass | tempslibres |
that same music
again and again
winter rain | tempslibres |
the graveyard
our icy shortcut
through the winter fog | tempslibres |
icebleak
no colour but the rail bridge
graffiti | tempslibres |
still life -
at the lake's edge a tree's reflection
caught in the ice | tempslibres |
november sun -
leaning on the old stone wall
a shadow tree | tempslibres |
the year's end
all those graveyard names
carved into the fog | tempslibres |
war memorial
snow has almost covered
the poppy wreaths | tempslibres |
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