first past the post...

a smile spreads across

        the punter’s face

Winter 1962/1963 - A Haiku Sequence

boxing day...

our back door is opened

to four feet of snow

what an adventure!

three exited children

dig their way out

a freeze sets in...

we join the coal queue

it’s in short supply

a magpie’s quick twist...

before dropping into

the tree’s dense top

sunny day in March...

from a crack near the wall

a dandelion bloom

humid day—

my tee shirt peppered

     with flying ants

looking down...
my father's hands
stare back at me

climbing the hill...
slowly our bus enters
     a swirling mist

beneath the bush...

just sunshine and 

a few crocus blooms

into its island nest

a coot tries to merge

a silver wrapper 

old church...
its clock on the wall
long stopped

a walk in the park...
still the boyhood thrill
of finding a conker

nearly cheering...

the winning greyhound

in the virtual race

sun low in the sky...

        snails’ silver trails

crisscross the pavement

after spring cleaning...
a huge orange sun
dazzles the day's end