Daily walk

Quiet the woods today,
shy anenomes hiding
in the longer grass

Haiku 'Friends'

Heart racing wildly,
Suddenly silent stillness
and all will be well

Morning haiku

Lemon-green cowslips
Blue-distant haze of April
Patch of sunlight smiles

And Alistair's 'six-word-saturday' (for those old enough to remember):

Summer draws back, winter drawers on..

iambic thingy..

When rain fell softly late last night it seemed
as moments from a half-remembered dream
call gently and, when uninvited , sing
sweet-scented mem'ries to my list'ning ear

cherry trees

And today the unaccustomed blossoms
fall
drifting silently, as yesterday the snowflakes
fell

Bird of prey

A lone kestrel hangs motionless over the fen,

then drops

like a stone 

from the still sky onto its hapless victim

Rain falling softly as broken promises

highflight

the yellow bi-plane is like a toy in the bluest sky today

Six-word Saturday

Blue sunshine-day; warm friendship, laughter...

For Maxine..

Driving up the long  Ely road I think of you,
and wonder,
have you noticed the rooks are building high this year...

elfje

Restored
to stillness
by mindful moving -
Now there's a paradox -
dance!

Dance

Stillness escapes me
when I'm still - mindful moving
brings stillness within

Haiku

Bright and stormy skies -
spring arrives without warning
this bewildered year

sunshine..

Blinking we emerge, troglodytes, from our winter selves...

A pearl of great price..

The receding tide gradually reveals
today's treasure,
gleaming irridescently
among its beachcombing debris -

a breeze-blown gentle-slow sun-warmed sense
of wellbeing...

B & W Nostalgia..

Six word Saturday:

Mockingbird sings for my delight alone..

spider elfje

Pilates -
core engaged,
legs scissoring erratically,
small spider pauses, clearly
nonplussed

First sun

Two yellow butterflies dancing in the first warmth;
I close my eyes the better to listen -
light high birdsong,
the subtler wood-pigeon,
gentle on the ear;
and the hum
always
of traffic

elfje

Hope -
Leaf buds
On broken branches
Cheer my unaccountable heart
Reassurance

Reunion Blues

Three penguins stroll down the street, reminiscing nostalgically about a time when
everything was black and white...

HIS six-word-Saturday

(Blasted dog!)
'Hare-chasing, coursing through her blood...'


And mine:
'My mathematician - he can write too...'

Cambridge dusk

Banks of black clouds are angry purple hills on the fen-flat horizon

April?!

It is snowing again today;
in the park seagulls circle
in disbelief.

By the pond
well-wrapped children throw bread
to the ducks.

the east wind is too fierce
for the water to freeze

Ducks

Three painted mallards flew across the blue sky this morning
exactly the formation of those plaster ducks that rose
eternally
above the fireplaces of our fifties childhoods

'Bookspine poetry' from my shelves

'When we were very young
so many ways to begin...

A moment in time...

When we were orphans
...the shadow of the wind...'