Friday, 1 August 2025

June - July 2025 Collection

Here is a selection of poems written throughout June and July. It is a mix of haiku and slightly longer poems, capturing the essence of summer. I hope you will enjoy reading. 

Clear deserted beach
She is a vision in blue
Soul pacifier.

Small yellow buttercup
Nestled between
Long blades of grass
You bring back memories
Of childhood days
And my mother smilingly
Instructing me
To hold you under my chin
She said if your petals
Cast a golden glow
Upon my skin
She could tell if I liked
The taste of butter.

Lonely jutting jetty
Enhanced by evening sun
Stark static structure
Silently waiting 
For ships to come home
You are the only constant
In this ever changing scene
Impervious to
Shape shifting mudflats 
Meandering new pathways
Leading to the sea.


Blue geraniums
Petals like a fairy’s wings
Shade and sun catchers.

Welcome to a world
Where it’s hard 
To differentiate 
Between reality
And the realms
Of fantasy
Emerald
Enchanted forest.


Ghost ship
In the distance
A whisper in the mist
I walk parallel
On the riverbank
Strain to keep you
In my line of sight
Quicken my pace
To stay aligned
Wishing you would
Change course
Drift back into my life
Intermittent
Becomes invisible
As you sail
Beyond the clouds.

Foxglove by the stream
Cast your seeds into the breeze
Multiply next year.

Walking through long grass
Having a daisy moment
At one with nature.

Peeking temptingly 
From a cascade of etched leaves
Shiny red cherries.

Bursts of lavender
Evocative purple scent
Lingers in the air.

In tangled forests
Rooks weave complex tapestries
Mirroring lost souls.

Oh taffeta clouds
I want to bury my head
In your soft ruffles
Leave my troubles
Behind.

Ripening slowly
Clusters of plump blackberries
Bask in July sun.


Non-judgemental trees
Providing shade for all
Irrespective of their beliefs
They do not differentiate
Between contrarians
Libertarians or thieves
They simply stare
At their own reflections
Share a piece of their soul
With each falling leaf.

Dandelion clocks
Drift like fickle promises
Feathers in the breeze.

A sprinkling of seeds
Can transform a barren field
Wildflower magic.

Thousands of green leaves
Blend together into one
Heaven Seurat style.

Inhaling deeply
Senses realigned
Basking in 
The tranquility
Of light blue
Sapphire sea.

Majestic beech tree
I see animal faces
Sculpted in your bark.

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Saturday, 21 June 2025

Summer Haiku

Publishing a poetry book was something I considered doing more times than I care to remember over the years. At the end of 2024, after some deliberation I decided to turn the thought into a reality by having a book of my haiku printed for personal use only. I named the book "A Haiku for all Seasons" and gave it to close family members as a Christmas gift.  

To mark the start of each season in 2025 I am posting the corresponding poems and photographs taken from the book, here on my blog. I was touched by some of the comments I received via social media about the winter and spring collections.

As today is the longest day and the temperatures have started to rise, it seems like the perfect time to introduce you to my summer collection. I hope you will enjoy reading.

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Two hardworking bees
Drink from blackberry flowers
A taste of summer.


June winds softly blow
Petals etched within petals
Blue geraniums.


Dandelion clock
Fragile wishes soon to be
Released in the breeze.


Lavender moments
Evocative fragrant haze
Heady July days.


Campanula stars
A little piece of heaven
Landed down on earth.


Fragrant climbing rose
Tapping on my window pane
Perfect wake up call.


Wrap me in cotton
Drift into my subconscious
Ephemeral clouds.


Dry in wet weather
Balls of spiky blue petals
Pretty globe thistles.


Purple stained fingers
Brambles picked from the hedgerow
Always taste sweeter. 


Immersing myself
In a field of wildflowers
Life's simple pleasures.

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Sunday, 1 June 2025

March - May 2025 Collection

There is a good helping of green shoots and spring flowers in my latest blog post. I hope you will enjoy this poetry collection, covering the months of March, April and May.  


March rain gently falls
Waking sleeping daffodils
Spring is in the air.


Shy hellebore
Why do you
Cover your face?
It’s as if you are trying
To hide your true self
Remain incognito
Scared to engage
Can I coax you to lift
Your fragile head
And look me in the eye
Help you emerge
From the world
You’re locked in
Please can we
Give it a try?


Joyful kalanchoe
A splash of Madagascar
On my windowsill.


We have many lines
Of communication
Or at least that’s what
We’re led to believe
A mesh of chat bots
Direct messages
Emails, FAQs
Portals, newsfeeds 
So why is it
Such a rigmarole
To speak to
Another human being
When a simple
Yes or no answer
Is all you really need?


Immersed in a world
Of misty isolation
Lost in the moment.

 

Early pink blossom
Confetti in the hedgerow
A sprinkle of joy.


We sit and watch the sun go down
From a distant riverbank
Swooping birds
Etch transient circles in the sky
A cobalt breeze blows ripples
Through soft clouds
Into our minds
Sharing the moment
Yet lost in our own thoughts
Basking in a twilight lullaby.


Adjusting a myopic outlook
Looking upwards and beyond
Extending parameters 
To incorporate the sky


Face the onshore breeze
Feel your tears evaporate
Nature gently shows
It serves no purpose crying
Over things you can’t control.


Clumps of resilient daisies
Raise their cheerful heads
On the grassy bank near
A landfill site
Home to low level
Radioactive waste
The earth around them is splintered
But their feathery petals are seen
As a symbol of hope and beauty
The antithesis of what lies beneath.


Kissed by morning dew
A cluster of primroses
Smile and greet the day.


Absorbing shadows
Devouring clouds day and night
Insatiable lake.


It must have been
My imagination
Gossamer clouds
Eclipsing the sun
But I thought I saw an angel
She somehow seemed
To unfurl and blossom
She hovered silently
For a while
Spreading calm
Through my tousled mind
Then floated away slowly
On the back
Of a sunbeam tide.



All of the other flowers
In the February bouquet
Faded and wilted
Once March was underway
Apart from one carnation
Tissue thin yet oh so strong
Exuding creamy happiness
And pink-tinged euphoria.


Teardrops gently cling
Like sweet fading memories
Grief-stricken tulips.


Hazy April sun
Dances on grape hyacinths
Bumble bees' vineyard.


A wise old oak tree
Stands by an ivy covered path
Sheds acorns in the autumn
Waits for winter to pass
Keeps a watchful eye open
For signs of the first offspring
Prepares to share stories
Of those no longer here
Bracken remnants
Nurture new beginnings
Woodland elegy.


In search of pale sky
I trace pathways with my mind
Through emerald leaves.


Splashes of colour
Soft, silky and curvaceous 
Enchanting bluebells.


I could not walk past
Without acknowledging you
Flamboyant poppy.


Gorgeous clematis
Blowing candy stripe kisses
In my direction.


Clear deserted beach
She is a vision in blue
Soul pacifier.


Rain splashed pink flowers
Each pearl nurtures a promise
Of red strawberries.


The sun slowly set
On hopes held close
The rocks she would
Have crawled across
Tearful exchanges
With the breeze
Thoughts that tumbled
Into her dreams
Releasing ghosts
Drenched in 
Pale winter sun
To a world
That was now
Untouchable
Beyond the balustrade. 
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