Hi All,

I'm taking a short break from blogging, and will be back online in early January.

I'd like to take this opportunity of wishing everyone a Happy Christmas and all the best for 2010.

Kind regards, Frank...

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Dear All,

I'm taking a break from Blogging for a short while. Many thanks for all your very kind comments and observations over the last 9 months.

Happy Blogging my friends!!!

Kind regards, Frank...

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chill cathedral…
pulsing through me
this evensong bell

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stiff breeze…
flickering dry twigs
in a spider’s web

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bus shelter…
the arbitrary shapes
of dropped litter

rustle of trees…
in the river’s current
a flotilla of leaves

bit by bit
the froth from the weir
splinters away

end of spring—
in the shallows a swan
in a pool of light

gliding to ground
a wood pigeon downs
a grape in one go

stony footpath…
along its edge flashes
of pink campion

old red bridge…
weed drifting nowhere
with the river’s flow

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thunder & lightning
hailstones bouncing off
the window panes

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a bird’s shadow
ripples across the river…
damselflies & weed

horses by the river…
silhouettes twist the world
this way & that

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setting sun…
streaks of gold light
crisscross a grey sky

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broad daylight
a fox walks nonchalantly
past the front door

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navy blue twilight…
rats on the compost
scatter as we pass

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track near the sea
keck flowers glow
as night descends

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song of the lark…
on the grass footpath
a snail’s mute world

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HAIGA # 32 (Speckled Wood Butterfly)

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buzzing my head
............a small black fly…
clock-watching all day long

sudden gust…
pink blossom cascades
into abstract patterns

open car windows…
two men squabble
and gesticulate

HAIGA # 28

sunlit plaza...
two butterflies mirror
each other’s flight

just by the step
windswept leaves & blossoms
in the shape of a tear

screech of gulls
each wave conveys a streak
of the setting sun

HAIGA # 27

at the symphony’s end
a moment of silence…
snoring & applause

Halloween dusk
the city gent sports
a comical nose

HAIGA # 26

relocation day…
in the emptying office
voices echo

HAIGA # 25

a stifling day
in the bluest of skies
a burst of white wings

after the fly past
the planes’ contrails
drift into a rainbow

inside windowsill—
the dead fly has breezed
to a new position

spring evening—
a fox sniffs a few cars
in the empty road

HAIGA # 24

a new week…
black-headed seagulls circle
a chill blue sky

first light
a grey squirrel lands
on the bird table

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daybreak—
a ring of light surrounds
the seated dog

whirr of traffic—through
white nets a white cat
in stalking mode

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new year’s day
in a black sky the moon
and a crane’s red lights

first bet of the year
my greyhound tumbles
out of the trap

laid up at home…
bananas in a bowl
turning black

old bell tower
through its open window
ropes swinging wildly

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open town park—just
one yellow crocus amongst
a carpet of blue

without thinking
the self-adhesive stamp
gets a lick

day just breaking
for a moment the cry
of passing geese

haiku discussion
my chain of thought ruined
by two battling coots

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twilight shadows…
a fox cub starts to play
with the dog on a lead

in half-light
on the pathway
two crushed daffodils

dusk descending
between two blocks of flats
a landscape of light

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chippy in the square
deftly a gull lands and eats
a plate of cold scraps

art exhibition...
disappointment written
all over your face

thinking of you
slowly the sugar sinks
through the coffee’s froth

strawberry fields—
a pigeon walks across
the “imagine” circle

station concourse…
a pigeon slips & slides
across the tiled floor

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an icy wind—above
the town’s clamour
the cawing of crows

shop window—a boy
waves gingerly
to the automaton cobbler

steady rain
a crow flies slow and low
across the empty road

drifting…….....floating
listening with my eyes
to the "Pines of Rome"

Bumping Along - 2001

standing in the bowl
of a dead volcano
listening intently…

Haiku Quarterly - November 1996

remembrance sunday
nimrod and rain...rain
...............and nimrod

Blithe Spirit - Vol. 8 #1 - March 1998

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a grey sunday…
and the mono-sound
of a singing drunk

a white morning
through swirling mist
the red of a pheasant

Snapshots 4 - 1998

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