Monday Choirs

What if every chore
was really a choir, singing
a list of praises?

Monday Chores

If a job is not
on your list, does it still count
when you have done it?

Morning

A cloud takes a bite
out of the arc of rainbow-
a mouthful of light.

A haiku is quick

A fork that spears
a mozarella fish that swims
in its own milky sea.

A haiku is small

Early autum leaf
scuttles across the road
in the form of a mouse

Moon on Wednesday

Tonight you are pale
and far- a watermark left
by yesterday's moon.

Moon on Tuesday

Bright eye of the sky
unblinking, searches me out
in crowds of darkness.

The Expert 2

The mechanic takes
the whistling kettle engine off the boil.
Brakes fixed.

The Expert 1

He whistles a tune
through a pasta tube, tasting
to check it is cooked.

168 miles in the car

There's a little bird
trapped in the engine, that sings
when I turn the wheel.

Walking

Where there used to be
a river we find red mud
and water's footprints.

Tea with Grandpa

"I'm too old to write
haiku" but young enough to
run down the seafront.

Autumn

Runaway apple

wedged in the jaws of the drain-

held fast til it rains.

Don't jump

Man on the church roof
treads the tiled tight rope, then sits
cross-legged like a monk.

Wind falls

Wild apples rolling
down the village street- one stopped
outside our front door.

Haiku on the way home

Wholesome autumn fields
like brown bread- yellow summer
butter melted now.

Read on a billboard outside the King George Pub

"The colossal squid's
eyes are 28 centi-
metres across." Wow!

TBC (to be cleaned)

Two spiders hanging
upside down in the corner
by the Buddhist books

Surprise

Who would have thought it?
That I could grow into a
tomato lover!

Tomato Haikus 3

Lone green tomato
still in the dish, don't lose hope!
You'll be eaten soon.

Tomato Haikus 2

"We should go back to
bartering- one of your poems
for one tomato"

Tomato Haikus 1

Orange tomato
orbs like lanterns glowing with
a ripening light

Plea on the radio

More species of bees
have become extinct. Don't wait!
Plant more flowers please!

Odd one out

Green tomato picked
too soon, maybe you will blush
red like the others.

one haiku missing,
lost like a tiny button
from a cloudy blouse.

Colour hungry

After the grey, I
crave colour: pink cheeks, purple
onion, sunset plum.

Dinner on Friday

The cheesecake boat floats
on a vanilla sea swirled
with a sharp red current.

Being a Writer

Poetry window
shopping wistfully- wanting
to be on the shelves.

Dinner

I grate our garlic
for pasta-for courage before
we make mayonnaise.

First Day at Work

The begonias-
bright butter yellow, smile back
as he leaves the house.