Return to my place

Steps retrace pictures in fields

Mysteries revealed

Wait! You will not be

Remembered for what you do

But how you do it

Autumn’s magic glows

In open field and hedgerow

But can I still grow?

Even kings must feed

On the fruit of this black dirt

The best things are free

Let the sun depart

Let her light up other lives

Long may she arise

On reaching the cloud

We discover that it’s moved

Back to where we were

Slip into autumn

Shadows stretch as the days shrink

Fresh morning savour

I can only break

Fences I have built myself

If I can see them

Beneath my surface

Questions churn, twisted and fraught

Why unpick this knot?

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