haiku
this dull day
improved by
a pinch of cinnamon
(AW, Nov 2024)
swirling leaves
calls for later
retirement age
poem
on a fall day
this man buys
a mini panettone
in the supermarket
people fear that
war could reach them
most are too shy
to speak about it
and a mug of coffee
go well together
let's hope
for the best
November day
in a world of decline
the strong coffee
early election
the crystal balls
are sold out
the number crunchers
are overworked
the magpies in their
black white plumage
know more than
you may think
almost frost
string lights tell about
coming wonders
clouds weigh on roofs
some windows with
candle arches
pile of leaves
now the magpie
has found something
colder outside
the polenta
bubbles in the pot
autumn forest
dogs the hunters
people the gatherers
leaf blower noise
and one who
just won't finish
autumn eve
celebrating with
strong Belgian beer
listening to
a jazz drummer
born in Chicago
one of nine children
and his name
was Gene
exhaust fumes
no autumn wind
to blow them away
As if trees
were enemies.
The leaf blower man.
grey fall day
the whining of
the dog upstairs
tail lights
slow into this
autumn night
a row of houses
the fog softens
the edges
the magpies
do rule here
advisable
not to mess
with them
cos they know
you and yours
your front door
your back door
your secrets