feeling it
before it kicks in:
the bassline

into the river
stirred withershins by the wind:
pinpricks of drizzle

With thanks to Allan Burns, there's a few of my bird haiku on the Red Moon Press 'Montage' website.

pressing his finger
on a cactus spine:
my younger son

Bleasdale Haiku

pink moon
the plashing of the brook
from the dark fells


onto my fingers the rust of the farmyard gate


on the lower slopes
of Parlick, a cock pheasant
flusters into flight


between fields of hares my shadow runs with the s-bend


heavy going
through the waterlogged field
clay-pigeon shards