haiku
dogwood blooms / a talk / about white
(AW, May 2026)
late spring sultriness
thankful for some
dry sense of humour
poem
long time ago
my hair
wasn't grey then
an old woman
gave me lilacs
she flattened
the ends of the stems
with a hammer
and she did this
on a wooden block
usually used to
split wood
even the grey
is a spring grey
spring insists upon it
morning in May
birds around
none without a decent plan
late spring coldness
a takeaway coffee
at the charging station
Ascension Day
short and long breaks
between showers
