Wednesday, 31 October 2012

the JWs at the door
get short shrift

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

in between people
his bike-brakes creak
like a pheasant

Monday, 29 October 2012

rainswept steps—
with proper yearning
a busker yells Jolene

Sunday, 28 October 2012

copse-tilting winds
the red deer and fallow
herd together

Saturday, 27 October 2012

summer time's end
the harbour master embarks
by the old meridian

Friday, 26 October 2012

outside the school
parakeets on the cherry tree
rock with the wind

Thursday, 25 October 2012

through the fog
the sign says Freezing Hill Lane
is closed

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

there she is again:
the auburn-haired woman
feeding the squirrels

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

dank afternoon
a one-legged crow
crosses the road

Monday, 22 October 2012

on the tin shack
painted high with scripture:
heavier rain

Sunday, 21 October 2012

returning crows—
the fisherman bogarts
a tiddly spliff

Saturday, 20 October 2012

a cattle trough filled
with unkempt lavender

Friday, 19 October 2012

the roadside Bible-case
blackened by rain

Thursday, 18 October 2012

juggling packets
the postman galumphs
in cowboy boots

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

in the teeth of the wind
a puffed-up pigeon
coos and woos

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

through the skylight
into the classroom:
showers of leaves

Monday, 15 October 2012

down cobbles
the saturated contents
furl from a binbag

Sunday, 14 October 2012

a woodpigeon gorges on
the guelder rose

Saturday, 13 October 2012

a jay's short flight
the overtaken runner
runs his own run

Friday, 12 October 2012

an incoming airbus
shadows the pavement

Thursday, 11 October 2012

the pigeon-flock
takes a circular flight
again and again...
my head's crammed full
with strategic options

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

in Oxfam three customers
recall the King's Road's heyday
when they were faces,
the beautiful people,
in beautiful clothes
noon light
the length of Bear Lane
deep excavations

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

our busy lives...
a yellow tint
to the rose-leaves
on the ladder
starlings wizoo
from every rung

Sunday, 7 October 2012

a cormorant dives
into the river-lock's gush—
balsam scent

Saturday, 6 October 2012

burnt toast—
last night's rain
steams off the garden wall

Friday, 5 October 2012

on the platform-roof
morning light inheres within
the greenness of moss

Thursday, 4 October 2012

as much in the brickwork
of Edwardian villas:
the autumn sun

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

the lime-trees say
the storm's about to break
rummaging winds

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

from the circular byway a bitter red blackberry

Monday, 1 October 2012

on a balmy wind
surfing the stubble field
crow voice