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!

July

Roses in full bloom,
collision of bold colour
and sensuous scents.



The calling cuckoo
keeps cadence with my long stride
-a quick march tempo!


An unruly front hedge
demanding my attention
-back aches at the thought.

June Haiku

A guilty half hour
sitting still in the garden
-too much work beckons.


Fear of frost fading,
the greenhouse gradually empties
and the borders fill up.


Starved by winter,
senses now anticipate
summer's new roses.


June liberation!
greenhouse tender bedding plants
now risk the borders.


June's too early dawn,
waking guilty that the day's
already half gone.

Spring walks with my dog.
Test River, fields and valley
-great Haiku moments!

Woodland floor in spring,
daffodils supplant snowdrops.
Hurry- bluebells soon!

Old black dog, long gone.
Passing his favourite spots
tears come, unbidden.

Grey lag geese return,
calls jarring the dawn chorus
-spring cacophony!

Swirling morning mist,
a grey form solidifies-
the watchful heron!

Sharp frost at midnight
daffodils prostrate at dawn
when will spring arrive?