Summer

                       hair knotted with brine

 

                                          sharpness of salt

                                                        soft touch of a breeze

                                                                           seaweed scents

                                        hot gritty sand on bare feet

                                                                cool water around ankles

 

                                                            hauling

                                                                         as tide pulls    

                                                         tugs

                                                                        draws you

                                         seagulls call and shout

                                                                  horizons are everywhere

                  a world tensed tight

                                                       with struggles

                                                                                         unravels

                                    disentangles

                                                                       becomes free

                                               and you know how it feels

                                to see forever

                                                                         as far as love

Haiku on the page

Here’s a selection of some of my haiku that I have been fortunate enough to see published over the last year or so in Blithe Spirit (Journal of the British Haiku Society).

try to describe love

as summer flowers –

                speechless

valley lost in cloud

rain falls steady all morning

drips glisten on twigs

dry leaves crack

under silent skies

empty wires, too quiet

in the middle of

an open field

the only shadow

summer meadow
deep and tall under
scythe of swift

walk to the beach

on a spring afternoon

my shadow goes first

and one from a recent edition of Haiku Journal

misty air whispers

in a forest full of dreams

                love breathes through trees