#929 (#091)

twittering through the

open window, Easter morn -

a (symbolic?) treat.

or

twittering through the

open window, Easter morn -

a (non-choc'late) treat.

#928 (#090)

the yellow head of 

a dandelion picked by

a boy for a god

#927

an abandoned tea

sat waiting in the kitchen 

but she’s gone away

#926 (#089)

pinwheel spinning sound

flapping across the lawn on

a peaceful spring day

#925

trees are changing from

white to green as the leaves grow

and the petals fall

#924 (#088)

frogs meeting, greeting,

green streams writhing and wriggling,

getting acquainted.

#923

jumping ahead. wait.

sit and take everything in

make sense, don’t just guess

#922 (#087)

on a country walk

bright yellow wild roses

i did not expect

#921

an open window

first thing and through the morning

like being reborn

#920 (#086)

tapas whitebait plate

with cold beer, sunshine, and friends

in Barcelona

#919 (#085)

soap bubble dreams drift

precariously at the

mercy of the breeze

#918 (#084)

the plough turns the earth 

as the earth moves itself round

and day turns to night

#917 (#083)

why does the yellow

dust always come when I have

just had the car washed?

#916 (#082)

it is barely spring -

each moment of sunshine hope

is quickly cloud crushed.

#915 (#081)

always a surprise,

these strange new lingering days -

and always welcome!

#914

20 m.p.h.

feels so slow up Forest Lane -

i think of the lives…

#913 (#080)

a moment of calm

sat alone in the meadow

a butterfly lands

#904, #34, #905, #906, #907, #908, #909, #910, #911 and #912 (feelings at a conference)

#904

why'm i so awkward

and what is this barrier

between me and them?

#34

how does it happen?

how can people just talk, talk

when they've never met?

why have i a barrier

up against these normal things?

#905

time alone is gold

but time alone makes me meek

when I should be bold 

#906

stand back, people watch

find a certain comfort in

all my discomfort

#907

in the quiet space

i can just sit and be me

forget my worry

#908

(is it bad or not 

that i don't want to talk or 

even interact?)

#909

and then you do it.

you talk to a stranger and

you thaw a little.

#910

the relief when the

automatic lights are off

in the men's toilets

#911

too tired for the

last session of the two days.

i’ll try art instead…

#912

days later and i’m

reflecting on what that was,

planning the next one.

#903 (#079)

the old pilgrimage,

the hopes and the dreams, how they

reverberated!

#902

a troubled mind needs

it's own balm, it's own way out

of it's hole or maze

#901 (#078)

i love that mugwort’s

in sweets and wards off evil -

what else do you need?

#900

people either side,

we’re all eating pho alone,

along loner's bench.

#899 (#077)

rain, cold and grey clouds

after a day of sunshine:

spring melancholy

#33

like the swimming pool

Coventry Station is still

stuck in the sixties

delightfully so and still

the same after twenty years

#898 (#076)

tranquil spring garden

sunshine and a gentle breeze 

animate the leaves

#897

Barbican half light

rapid circles come and go

a fleeting visit

#896 (#075)

love cats (cats in love),

stride and rub flanks together

tails raised and entwined

#895

the joy on faces

from the eye pencil moustache

world book day pirate

#894 (#074)

cats in love, love cats,

return each spring to frolic

and give us haiku

#893

always the marker

of my return home whether 

a hot or cold mountain

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, cold mountain, but was not entered.

#892 (#073)

pleasant tides of spring,

the sea comes and goes calmly -

that's their distinction.

#891

cold mountain, cold heart.

like the distant star for Pip,

bright, yet cold, aloof.

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, cold mountain.

#890 (#072)

what distinguishes

a spring tide from all others?

they all give and take

#889

two kinds of relief

at the cold mountain’s summit:

stopping; and weeing.

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, cold mountain.

#888 (#071)

neither hard nor light

spring rain is nevertheless

very relentless

#887

one day we will all

be roots of the cold mountain -

for now we enjoy

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, cold mountain.

#886 (#070)

all the kids waiting

for the kite man to release

his paratrooper

#885

cold mountain in the

grate, memory of the hot 

one the night before

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, cold mountain.

#884 (#069)

nori green surrounds

white borders and bright colours

in wondrous displays

#883

the end of humans

will come much as the start did

gradual seachange

#882 (#068)

balloons on the floor

placed for safety by a boy

at his own bedside

#881

high on a wire,

a perilous drop unseen,

for wonderful views

#880 (#067)

abalone diver

year nineteen hundred and five

what risks in that suit?

#879

high above the docks

high above the river there

cable car, no cares

#878 (#066)

the delicate warmth

of a spring day slowly wakes

your body and mind

#877

leaf at my window

brief, fleeting butterfly-like

thought it was alive

#876 (#065)

first blossoms coming 

through, white and pink, small and large,

can’t help but smile

#875

cut all my hair off?

it’s going anyway, right?

am i now hiding?

#874 (#064)

tree buds to blossoms -

the awakening, the birth, 

of this time of year.

#32

when the air is cold,

your face feels like a fridge and

your fingers ice poles:

do not despair and shed tears,

find the one who’ll give you warmth.

#873 (#063)

remember that time?

a pheasant in the garden!

still makes me wonder…

#872

finally the sun

glistens on the swimming pool

and warms ev’ry bone 

#871 (#062)

i can't believe that,

so early on, i’m using

the kigo spring-like

#870

thunderbirds era

signs, tiles and wooden seats

at the swimming pool

#869 (#061)

i'll miss the pinkness

of that camellia bush

this time of each year