some haiku

we were camping here

almost this exact same spot

another lifetime

(august 2020)

as words turn inwards

bruised, battered and regretful

a pause and pale skies

*

collect the petals

and gather your rosehips, for

time passes, be true

*

time leafing through lists

seeking some sort of order

reflect the season

*

locked in our spiral

ascend and touch each other

fall into lost worlds

*

puck in the garden

grinning between the bushes

conkers in pockets

(september 2020)

*

Gilead, they said

a world fit for nobody

the storms are coming

*

yes gentle days pass

we look for our common ground

twisting in the wind

*

over my body

they ran their holy orders

grinning like pumpkins

*

eat enough, no more

is a damn hard thing to do

just one more morsel

*

I am not afraid

of all the changes, the days

the turning of leaves

(October 2020)

*

awake, time passes.

your gentle rest is broken

the earth must be walked

*

what about that day

the stories of life untold

the colours of words

(November 2020)

*

There’s not time today

from daybreak to work and back

alight in the gale

*

first light is pastel

the sky holds a disguised care

for the earth rotates

(December 2020)

*

these signs of frailty

a branch that might fail to bud

the trunk holds to life

*

the bright moon above

the morning sparkles with light

and the year begins

*

warmth in the day

dries the crust of the anthill

yet the earth is cold

(february 2021)

*

sun beating the wind

broad light dazzles the blue sky

the tide is rising

(March 2021)

*

in the icy wind

on these weather-worn shoulders

wear your courage well

(april 2021)

*

pause and take your stock

so many miles passed on foot

cold nights and long days

*

miles passed, miles ahead

the joy and the passion to live

as rain falls to earth

*

strong winds buffeting

bringing high weather eastwards

crow atop the pole

(May 2021)

*

warmth in the morning

time travelled to reach this place

shelter and belong

*

voice calls attention

scrambling over the harsh sounds

as the blackbird sings

*

the wind flaps gently

warm and a playful spirit

I look out to see

(June 2021)

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