5-7-5 #7

Sky and clouds and sea

blue paint swirls on wet paper

recreate my life...

5-7-5 #6

Drama Queen

The knife slips and blood

red seeps against white flesh, pain

drips onto the floor

5-7-5 #5

Alistair's 65th birthday!

He wanted to go windsurfing but, after a blowy night, the wind dropped to the 'not-quite-enough' level of annoying-ness - so we went for a long walk in the hinterland instead.

We met one family, whom he knew, and bizarrely the mother knew me from elsewhere. And one cyclist.

And we got good and wet when it rained, as forecast, bang on 1pm.

Musing on the good fortune to be strong and healthy, with bits that (mostly) function. And how our parents at 65 were ageing. And our grandparents, those who were still alive at 65, were old...

Once upon a time

he'd be drawing a pension -

'nother year to go!

5-7-5 #4

Weather-less

Hmm, it didn't rain -

it was just one of those days - 

not a sky in the cloud...

5-7-5 #3

Yellow full moon sails

in the morning-early sky -

beautiful my day

5-7-5 #2

Sun-warm scent of hay,

magpie lone-skimming the field -

one more for sorrow

5-7-5 #1

Polished ebony

glossy blackberries shining

this tired year turning