light rain
oriental poppies
shed their petals

the sun
takes a toll of potted plants
dead lupins

dandelions  -
universe
of suns and moons

spring
greening
the stream

wild geraniums
on the edges of fields
buttercups

blind wisteria
gropes around the stockade fence
in its reach for sun

dew boiled by sunrise
the warm scent of earth rises
into my nostrils

herbaceous perennials
from a ground level cavern
a cat's tail, twitching

dogs bark
in the night's cool embrace
a distant train

dandelions
speckle the lawn
the air filled with fairies

azaleas
fading - the remains
of a rainbow

dawn chorus
morning seeps between the curtains
building site hammers

cornflowers
among the raspberry canes
wild arum

Welsh poppies
stretch yellows heads to the sun
a bed of violets

morning crow
wakes with the first light
plaintive cries

a chill wind
the chatter of schoolchildren
on their way to school

early morning wind
blows the curtains wide
distant dog barks

cherry tree a myriad of water droplets misty rain

magpie
chases off sparrows
tree-bark insects

water's surface
scattered with white petals
the last of honesty

despite the blue clouds hover overhead sun-filtered rain

for half an hour
a magpie dismembers
a sparrow

overcast
early lilac flowers
against the grey

pounding rain
the scent of Rosemary
and yesterday's grass

A Moth Tanka

Lying beige and still,
Large moth on my porch seemed dead;
(Gone when I returned).
    It had matched the worn wood floor;
    A ghost in my memory.

sparrows
in the cherry tree
summoning the dawn

two trees
covered in hard green dots
potential cherries

leaf shadows
flutter and dance in the wind
a thrush on the buddleia

morning skies chase away the night crows and blackbirds

pink spirea
against the grey clouds
a flock of swifts

morning
of the funeral
bluebells

grey clouds
scattered by the cries
of mating crows

honesty
shaken by a chill wind
leafy fingers

sunshine
glitters from garden mobiles
blue sky

apple blossom
pink and white glory
bluebells

out
from the cosmic core
this tiny bird chirping

honesty
crowds the garden path
dandelions

chill wind
blows along the street
plastic bag

blue skies
reflected by the ocean
clifftop pines

seagulls cry
the roar of the surf
sounds like traffic