Thick cloud surrounded

The last few scraps of woodland

As the sun went down

Oil and vinegar

Autumn, twilight, shoreline, dreams

Syrup and bacon

Murky marsh muddle

Stumble around the middle

Dragonflies meddle

Across marsh and moor

Intrepid explorers roam

In Wellington boots

Behind fake smiles

Complicated feelings hide

We keep them inside

Violent violet veins

Violate vile vapour trails

Divide the sunset

I’m trampled over

The surplus, washed up, beach junk

Let the tide take me

Broken flags languish

At the water’s dark edges

Wild cat tails pounce

Ideas are sketches

If you draw a thousand lines

One will be just right

I have lost myself

A piece buried deep inside

Suddenly missing

Isolating rain

Beats against my window pane

Wash me down the drain

Through the beating rain

The dogs snapping at our heels

We ran to the dark

Slate slabs standing strong

Against wind and waves and tide

Until the land slides

In the dawn chorus

At the first light of the day

In a sleepy daze

Inside Merlin’s cave

Under an ancient ruin

Where two oceans meet

Rolling white horses

Dash themselves against the rocks

Dissolve in the spray

Furry willow buds

Prick up at the dawn chorus

Silky rabbit ears

Though his white fingers

Strangle the new Daffodils

Frost won’t defeat spring

Shedding my old skins

Pack my life into boxes

Setting myself free

Halfway up the hill

Look across the canopy

The trees are brothers

Another day ends

I wonder what I achieved

Only this haiku

Knee deep in cold mud

We tramp across empty fields

To the hanging tree

Blossom blooming from

The overgrown undergrowth

Seasons steady march

Loping slowly south

Long grey wings ripple and shake

Lonely heron hunts