April “Haiku”

with full Sakurai

my fresh carbon footprints

on a sparkle diamond dew!


the heavenly scent

freshly cut grass

invigorates nascent dawn


air traffic control

stacks the birds high

a sunflower breakfast


the pressure of leaves

waiting for birth

an incoming tide of green


tiny blue flowers

assemble on mass

one radiant carpet together


the orchard rejoices

the pendant spring

with its garlands of blossom

Spring “Haiku”

all the birds are flirting

some eyelash coy

others strutting Travolta

they celebrate sixteen

degrees of mercury

at last some warmth

the bursting roses

press out the forge

searching for stars

spring decorates cherries

with pinkest Sakurai

blooming in moonlight

tight hot-pants cyclists

give greetings

to garden gate smoker

he who peers far

into the fields

ever, as pensive as time

warm wine on tongue

sips only the sap

in the spring-ness

water in a font

now starts to bubble

joy sparkles in eye

stretching wings

in the sunshine

the yawns disappear

earth again fecund

irrepressible in becoming

what a bouquet!!

oh so welcome back

my beloved friend

the bounce of spring

footsteps now glide

across the stage

there to glisten

the world again

all sur-les-points

tiptoes forward

back to life

a subtle hint of pink

a yellow daffodil wink

buds are pressing out


the promise of a surge

that flourish, that urge

the springs elastic return


a promise and an oath

fulfilled again


the bulbs light up the bed

brighter than any electric led


the tide hibernal ebbs away

and a first flow of new begins

smell it fresh in the air


soon the green canvas

will be spattered with colour

no more monochrome


the wagtails are strutting

all Saturday Night Fever

and Staying Alive


the wood pigeons coo

sweet nothings into

their loved-up ears


next the thirsty swallows

will dive bomb the pond

to quench on the wing


Mr Electric Blue

the virulent kingfisher

already whizzing around


coming back to life

with a stretch

and a yawn

Nearly Spring “Haiku”

virulent yellow

daffodils headbanging

to heavy metal winds


three ducks on the pond

back from holiday

will there be eggs?


yellow irises

stretch after their sleep

a sonorous yawn


Maggie the magnolia

dresses luxuriant

with silken buds


impatient roses

racing for the sun

new vibrant growth


Camelia, Azalea

and Rhododendron

the coming trinity


dotted about

the dainty daisies

end the pralaya


randy toads

doing breaststroke

fresh strings of pearls

Change “Haiku”

these were written on a day when the first hint, that first faint odour of spring wafted in on the breeze.



pennies in my pocket

remember all the hands

which still rub them


no genie ever granted

three wishes

in the lottery of life


freshly ploughed fields

sound a deep brown bass

while scaring crows


the winter kale

stands defiant green

on a winter’s day


Badger’s copse shivers

the naked trees

wearing ivy necklaces


the holly has lustre

vibrant in the hedgerow.

a robin watches


three wise women

kale, ivy and holly

and one shepherd


soon the change

comes from the East

watery sun, even à Dieu


the length of shadows

turns soon a penny,

few days left now


duvet tight to the chin

a bear in a cave

stretches and yawns


he rolls over

adjusting his pillow

for the alarm sounds not


the salmon of wisdom

will return

to teem in the rivers


the springy moss

adds a jaunt to the toes

and a swagger


even the egg timer

whispers “hurry up”,

enough sand!!


and brown becomes

green and yellow

the ears of wheat listen


for to deeply bathe

in the salutation of the sun,

a familiar friend


he who has been hiking

across the southern skies

for too long


he the prodigal

has been sighted!!

break out a fatted calf