#543

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

as we shell the peas.

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#542

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

as we watch the fleas

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#541

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

past the rotting corpse.

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#540

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees is like she

has returned to me

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered (I don't think).

#539

a plum in my hand,

a moment before biting -

anticipation.

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#538

the plum blossom breeze

alerts my senses to the

changing season’s tides

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#537

with plums i promised

and for a moment the world

stayed still and waited

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#536

under the plum tree

a gentle breeze cannot hide

a rotten carpet

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#535

plum now - still mostly

smooth, yet the mirror shows me

the start of pruning.

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Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#534

in the sports hall and

"they never told us the rules!"

memories flood back.

#533

keep myself inside, 

cannot understand how they

can expose themselves.

#532 (twelve months to the year)

twelve months to the year

each month its own little quirks,

each month its flavour.

over my shoulder

I look, as well as ahead,

at January's start.

rituals of love -

new, old, hopeful, unreturned,

mark each Febru’ry.

the first flower blooms

of pink and yellow and blue

start the March of Spring.

they say it will rain

in April, little showers.

oft it is sunny.

no violent winds now,

but stormy for exam kids

in the month of May. (and June).

starting to seek to

be curled up and napping like

Leighton’s Flaming June.

sand between my toes, 

ankle deep in cooling surf -

July beach visit.

ice creams near daily

on my holiday abroad

in the August heat.

don’t have to let go

of longer evenings in a

balmy September.

autumn, halloween -

the colours of their template

start in October.

the bonfire smells

don’t last long enough for me.

early November.

the festivities

I have lived through the year for,

throughout December.

twelve months to the year

we circle through them and then

we circle again.

#531

seeking air con life

i stood in tesco for days

i became the breeze

#15

the air itself is hot,

there is nowhere for respite,

i wish i were ice. - 

but would I not melt to death?

i must find a better wish

#530

the air is burning,

there is nowhere for respite,

i try to think cold

#529

early burial

life six foot under the ground

why did i dig so?

#528

hey motherfuckers!

why do I swear so little

in these short haiku

#527

let down by fortune

a message in a cookie

I am a warning