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Inner commute
In each dark plodder
a golden soul, a hidden
seed, ready to grow.
In each dark plodder
a golden soul, a hidden
seed, ready to grow.
November 25, 2025 at 9:44 AM
Inner commute
In each dark plodder
a golden soul, a hidden
seed, ready to grow.
In each dark plodder
a golden soul, a hidden
seed, ready to grow.
They say, for pruning,
to see the real shape of things
summer's leaves must fall.
to see the real shape of things
summer's leaves must fall.
November 24, 2025 at 10:10 AM
They say, for pruning,
to see the real shape of things
summer's leaves must fall.
to see the real shape of things
summer's leaves must fall.
October commute:
Cycling through fireworks
my heart's in the canopy,
leaping, tree to tree.
Cycling through fireworks
my heart's in the canopy,
leaping, tree to tree.
October 13, 2025 at 9:15 AM
October commute:
Cycling through fireworks
my heart's in the canopy,
leaping, tree to tree.
Cycling through fireworks
my heart's in the canopy,
leaping, tree to tree.
Make me the mirror
in which the people I meet
may see their own souls.
in which the people I meet
may see their own souls.
September 17, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Make me the mirror
in which the people I meet
may see their own souls.
in which the people I meet
may see their own souls.
Haiku 1/9
Sparks flung from the fire:
a flock of goldfinches flies
off, lifting my heart.
Sparks flung from the fire:
a flock of goldfinches flies
off, lifting my heart.
September 2, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Haiku 1/9
Sparks flung from the fire:
a flock of goldfinches flies
off, lifting my heart.
Sparks flung from the fire:
a flock of goldfinches flies
off, lifting my heart.
Easter
The tree dies. Light breaks
through into the clearing now,
bringing new green life.
The tree dies. Light breaks
through into the clearing now,
bringing new green life.
April 16, 2025 at 7:57 AM
Easter
The tree dies. Light breaks
through into the clearing now,
bringing new green life.
The tree dies. Light breaks
through into the clearing now,
bringing new green life.
Airpods, beautiful
in their shining case, but not
lovely as birdsong.
in their shining case, but not
lovely as birdsong.
April 14, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Airpods, beautiful
in their shining case, but not
lovely as birdsong.
in their shining case, but not
lovely as birdsong.
Your light coming through
narrows my hard resistance,
opens wide my heart.
Photo: Simon Bray, from exhibition at the Arc in Winchester beginning today.
narrows my hard resistance,
opens wide my heart.
Photo: Simon Bray, from exhibition at the Arc in Winchester beginning today.
March 27, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Your light coming through
narrows my hard resistance,
opens wide my heart.
Photo: Simon Bray, from exhibition at the Arc in Winchester beginning today.
narrows my hard resistance,
opens wide my heart.
Photo: Simon Bray, from exhibition at the Arc in Winchester beginning today.
I always notice
the blemish, the speck of dirt.
Soften my gaze, Lord.
the blemish, the speck of dirt.
Soften my gaze, Lord.
March 21, 2025 at 12:47 PM
I always notice
the blemish, the speck of dirt.
Soften my gaze, Lord.
the blemish, the speck of dirt.
Soften my gaze, Lord.
Soul whisperer, breathe
your stillness into my breath,
hold me in your gaze.
your stillness into my breath,
hold me in your gaze.
March 20, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Soul whisperer, breathe
your stillness into my breath,
hold me in your gaze.
your stillness into my breath,
hold me in your gaze.
The sunlit glass turns:
kaleidoscope of wonder,
dancing light and fire.
kaleidoscope of wonder,
dancing light and fire.
March 19, 2025 at 7:17 AM
The sunlit glass turns:
kaleidoscope of wonder,
dancing light and fire.
kaleidoscope of wonder,
dancing light and fire.
The sun's gentle warmth
softens me. The winter's hunch
will soon be over.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
softens me. The winter's hunch
will soon be over.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
January 14, 2025 at 2:27 PM
The sun's gentle warmth
softens me. The winter's hunch
will soon be over.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
softens me. The winter's hunch
will soon be over.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
January 8, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Kingfisher. Heron.
Swan's down, many coloured white.
Gathering treasure.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
Swan's down, many coloured white.
Gathering treasure.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
January 8, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Kingfisher. Heron.
Swan's down, many coloured white.
Gathering treasure.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
Swan's down, many coloured white.
Gathering treasure.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
Silt settles. Muddy
floods subside. My heart begins
to lift into light.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
floods subside. My heart begins
to lift into light.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
January 7, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Silt settles. Muddy
floods subside. My heart begins
to lift into light.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
floods subside. My heart begins
to lift into light.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
Mud and brown sludge floods
the lake, its beauty submerged
mirroring my soul.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
the lake, its beauty submerged
mirroring my soul.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
January 6, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Mud and brown sludge floods
the lake, its beauty submerged
mirroring my soul.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
the lake, its beauty submerged
mirroring my soul.
#haiku
#haikuaday
#PittvillePark
No kingfisher, but
birds flit between bare branches,
sky a backlit blue.
#haikuaday
#haiku
#pittvillepark
birds flit between bare branches,
sky a backlit blue.
#haikuaday
#haiku
#pittvillepark
January 2, 2025 at 8:47 PM
No kingfisher, but
birds flit between bare branches,
sky a backlit blue.
#haikuaday
#haiku
#pittvillepark
birds flit between bare branches,
sky a backlit blue.
#haikuaday
#haiku
#pittvillepark
January 1, 2025 at 9:22 AM