With head in the sand

We forget to look around

Our feet on the ground

Spectres rise between

Ancient oaks, telling stories

Of forgotten ghosts

Routine turns humans

From animals to machines

Haiku hack deployed

Invisible or

Irrelevant? Has been or

Never even was

September shadows

Stretching out the autumn nights

Savour each second

Get low or let go

Wait for light while late for white

Whack the blighters down

Windrow ripples roll

Across lazy latitudes

Hopelessly helpless

Rain withers thin skin

Collapsing in the pressure change

Reflections betray

Sunset slowly steals

Single fragments that remain

Time turns to torment

Imagination

It’s all in your head, they said

But let’s make it seen

Cumulonimbus

Drawn upon cerulean

Key to the puzzle

Crawl between hedgerows

Scatter screaming storm cloud crows

With burr studded prose

There are more colours

In this sunset burning bright

Than just red and white

I need pillows deep

I need sleep, I need to rest

I need mattresses

Sticks and stones may break

All my bones, but words will tear

A hole in my soul

Keep my wings well trimmed

Feathers fall foul of fair floods

I grasp yet no reach

Now only creases

Fold the former field fringes

Where once grew hedges

Every day I try

Every way that I can find

What more can I do?

I’ll come and I’ll go

I’ll hide and show, high and low

I’ll ebb and I’ll flow

Roads that Romans roamed

Rove over the rolling wold

Return and ride home

From the apple tree

Young robin looks down on me

Inquisitively

Briar and beggar

Bodger’s highway, badger’s trap

Bridle the old ways

Climb hill, cross valley

There only to lose myself

Back where I began

Fragile canopy

Relents as the days grow short

Keep to the shadows