Monday, 27 October 2008

Tide's End

I wait for the clocks to go back
as the fallen plane leaves are bagged.
Violet blanched out of them, here are
the last perennial asters,
their petals splayed like otters’ feet.

The distant ting of a bike bell.
At Half-Mile Tree the crosswinds
fetch away a cox’s order
and a water vole’s scarpering.
Burdock done for another year.
I wait for tapering fingers
to tangle forever with mine.
Then a coot’s brief, jocular dive:
time to look and little besides.

Saturday, 25 October 2008

October sun
a couple hold their embrace
in the sculpture garden

- The Heron's Nest

Saturday, 18 October 2008

harvest moon
the airliner's landing gear
close enough to touch

- Modern Haiku

Saturday, 11 October 2008

autumn gust—
a rowing coach bellows
from the towpath

- The Regulars

Saturday, 4 October 2008

across the old rifle range spent burdock
I have an 'exhibition' - The One-Man Band - at 3Lights Gallery.