memories
wave after wave memories in a seashell
dusting my children’s bookshelves
the adventures we had
a conker in my pocket this time last year 
a startled snipe
chough tumble
down the quarry face
rain turns to sleet
sharp frost underfoot a startled snipe
empty feeders
a frosty glint in
the robin’s eye
a cloudy night
backlighting
a cloudy night ...
blood moon
eating more than we should strawberry moon
flower moon
her scent of jasmine
in every room
hidden by clouds
night fishing
a heron stalks the
hunters moon
harvest moon hidden by clouds a plovers call
winter moon
a twinkle in the
snowman’s eye
gathering windfalls
a June bride
... mum’s dress
tinted peach
forest bathing fifty shades of (green)
after the storm
gathering windfalls ...
pinkfeet calling
… from my Rocking Chair – postscript
Postscript
Well that’s it! You were great company. I’m still writing haiku so maybe we’ll catch up with another reading sometime.
Thanks especially to editors – Paul Chambers and Joe Woodhouse (Wales Haiku Journal), Caroline Skanne (hedgerow: a journal of small poems), and Alan Summers (The Pan Haiku Review/Blo͞o Outlier Journal) who were the first to publish many of the haiku included here and continue to do so.
I’m not a prolific writer of haiku so it’s been an honour to have some of them taken up by other well known journals. Thanks then to the editors of …
failed haiku – a journal of English Senryu
Presence Haiku Journal
first frost – journal of haiku & senryu
tsuri-dōrō – a small journal of haiku, senryū
Scarlet Dragonfly Journal
民句 folk ku: a journal in honour of Masaoka Shiki
With special thanks to Colin Blundell, a former President of the British Haiku Society and fellow traveller along the byeways of ‘Jefferies Land’, who unwittingly, sparked my interest in writing haiku.
To Paul Chambers the then editor of the Wales Haiku Journal, and award winning haiku poet, who took my very naive, gawkish first attempts at writing haiku and helped me work them up into something worthy of the name.
And to Jodie Hawthorne of King River Press whose energy and enthusiasm for following her own dreams inspired me to follow mine.
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About the Author
‘I’m older than I look … and younger than I am’ — Clive Bennett
Sometime philosopher, thinker, dreamer, birdwatcher, poet, and occasional writer. Living and writing in beautiful North Wales.
in memoriam
we never talked …
undiagnosed
a difficult child …
if only he knew
the hurt inside
not knowing myself
(In the form of a cherita turbalik 1-3-2 (ai li))
wild camping
wild camping
a robin joins us
for breakfast
the bark of a raven echoing … the silence
best of friends
… beside the fire
teenage crush
skipping stones
wagtails skitter
around the yard
evening milking
skipping stones one two three fourfivesixseveneight
wagtails …
playing hopscotch
after school
marking time
Sometimes my haiku (senryu) stray into the realm of social commentary …
dossing among
the cardboard boxes
a homeless dog
dodging traffic jackdaws finish my breakfast croissant
happy hour
… marking time
a leaf falls !
taking tea
hide-and-seek …
in the churchyard
a new headstone
taking tea with grandma she reads our fortunes
trick or treat—
screech owls ghost
the graveyard