February

Have you heard it yet?
The dawn chorus has resumed
-a spring overture.


First daffodil gold
lights up the dismal morning.
Is it really spring?


My husband saw TWO
kingfishers on the river
while I sat at work.


Aerial dogfight!
Two chaffinches disputing
-whose territory?

January

New resolution!
walk more, observing nature;
write better haiku.

After days of rain,
sheer delight to greet sunrise
in a cloudless sky.

Composing haiku-
winter walk's contemplation,
counting syllables.

December

Hoar frost rimes the fields,
winter sparkles on the grass
-nature's glitter spray!

The first mince pie
memories of Christmas joy,
wrapped in pastry.

Another hard frost.
winter pansies droop, weary.
Will it ever thaw?

Holly, ivy, pine,
mistletoe, orange, cinnamon
-christmas scentsation!

November

Young geese on the wing,
testing hard their flight feathers;
instinct forms a vee.

Summer leaves frosted;
autumn's orange pumpkins
last off the kitchen plot.

Misty morning dew
droplets form on spider webs
-meadow jewellery.

Pull the curtains tight
throw a big log on the fire;
winter is coming.

October

Split green spiny pod-
chestnut gleam within reveals
summer is over


The haw is blushing;
dew glistens on morning grass.
Autumn is coming.


Amongst field stubble
a single fallen feather-
pheasant season soon!


Kitchen scents compete
chutney, jelly, jam and soup;
autumn's edible!

September

Young buzzard's frantic!
Hunger fuels the fledgeling's flight;
weary mother waits.

The prostrate oak tree
felled by a summer tempest
decays in long grass

Windfalls each morning
strewn beneath the burdened tree
-clean that apple press!

Silage is raked;
summer's rich harvest gathered.
Who cares if it rains?

The highest branches
dark with ripe purple plums
-let the wasps enjoy them!

September

A pile of petals;
last rites for rambling roses,
gone now 'til next year.


Last week's dry brown lawn
refreshed by days of cool rain
now needs a good mow!


Ripe wheat stands ready
to meet the harvester's blade;
farmers eye dark clouds.


Fields of golden wheat
surround the quiet village;
noisy tractors soon!


First ripe tomato
sun warmed, red burst of juice,
too tempting by half!


Yesterday's courgette;
hidden metamorphosis-
today's huge marrow!