Thursday, 29 December 2011

the blue sky sprinkled
with sun-filled clouds—
         crescent moon

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

in a mackerel sky
a band of gold light

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

moon vigil―just
after eleven it’s there
full and bright

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Christmas rush—
in the road a pair of trainers
in different directions

Friday, 16 December 2011

long shadows...
against the skyline
the yellow of broom

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

whisper of wind...
a plastic bag trickles
around the courtyard

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

minicab ride…
bursting from the verge
a yellowhammer

Friday, 25 November 2011

twisting and turning...
every so often
the crackle of leaves


twisting and turning
all night long...
the crackle of leaves

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

waterfall foam—now
and then a fish breaks
the pond’s surface

Saturday, 19 November 2011

riverside stroll...
the face’s sand cheek
tumbles into a wave

Monday, 14 November 2011

evening shadows
a lone figure walks
across the road

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

still morning
the cat’s front paws
my side of the railings

Thursday, 27 October 2011

dull rainy day
through my window
the sheen of a crow

Monday, 17 October 2011

late afternoon
on the red brick wall
a strip of sunlight

Friday, 16 September 2011

sound of sirens
on the high lamppost
two collared doves

Saturday, 10 September 2011

homeward bound...
it’s only raining on
one side of the road

Monday, 15 August 2011

dark rain...
the day bounces back
with a burst of sunlight

Saturday, 13 August 2011

lazy afternoon...
a bee drifts up and down
the window pane

Monday, 8 August 2011

river—at a bend
the water becomes
stone-thrown ripples

Friday, 5 August 2011

   sun-filled clouds
a vivid quarter moon

Sunday, 31 July 2011

sleepless night...
today the dawn chorus
just a cooing pigeon

Thursday, 28 July 2011

hillside ruin—
below a scarecrow
stares straight ahead

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

dry sandy bank...
six poppy blooms joggle
in the breeze

Sunday, 24 July 2011

                 town centre
                 after rain the scent
                 of buddleia

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

quiet mudflats
a crow scatters a flock
of black-headed gulls

Thursday, 14 July 2011

roar of water...
into the weir’s white froth
a leaf tumbles

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Dear All,

I’ve decided to take a break from Blogging. Many thanks to you for all your very kind comments and observations to date - it is much appreciated.

Best wishes, Frank...

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

steady rain...
drinking a glass of water
at two am

Monday, 16 May 2011

now patched up...
the old wall has lost most
of its self-sown plants

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

a fresh day...
the green of the lawn
makes me smile inside

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

crowded bus—
a ladybird moves slowly
across the window pane

Monday, 2 May 2011

still afternoon...
beneath the sapling tree
a neat mound of blossom                      

Saturday, 30 April 2011

twilight—a loose leaf
at the twig’s end
twirls in the wind

Monday, 25 April 2011

chatter of birds—
descending through sunlight
a shower of leaves

Thursday, 21 April 2011

on a white cloud
our plane’s silhouette
in a circle of light

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

warm evening...
a dumped ice cream trickles
towards the kerb

Monday, 18 April 2011

sultry morning...
from the washing up bottle
a rush of bubbles

Sunday, 17 April 2011

early evening
two wagtails flicker
along the footpath

Friday, 15 April 2011

early morning walk...
on the path a red rose
its petals scattered

Sunday, 10 April 2011

sun-flecked sky—through
an old window pane a pigeon
distorts then fades away

Thursday, 7 April 2011

census day—for a moment
three geese fly parallel
                     with our train

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

rush-hour platform
each starling descends
with a ball of sunshine

Sunday, 3 April 2011

eyes blink
as horse propelled sand
becomes part of the wind

Saturday, 2 April 2011

the city’s square
incoming starlings darken
the darkening sky

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

the day fading—swathes
of daffodils hold onto
the last of the light

Friday, 25 March 2011

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

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

on the ground
a dusting of mahonia petals...
in the air its scent

Sunday, 20 March 2011

first light—
a grey squirrel lands
on the bird table

Friday, 18 March 2011

flitting noisily through
shadow and light

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

morning rush…
each litterbin in the road
topped with snow

Saturday, 12 March 2011

fading light
on the park’s island
the heron’s stillness

Thursday, 10 March 2011

february full moon
latticed when viewed
through the twigs of a tree

Sunday, 6 March 2011

lazy afternoon
two canal moorhens
square up for a fight

Friday, 4 March 2011

almost spring—
from the landing blackbird
a short burst of song     

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

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

Sunday, 27 February 2011

grey September...
as we chatter
the ferry arrives

Friday, 25 February 2011

mid-winter scent…
in a black sky the moon
encircled in mist

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

zipping along
behind ghostly clouds...
the sun’s silver face

Sunday, 20 February 2011

naked landscape...
on the river’s island
islands of snowdrops

Saturday, 19 February 2011

new moon in mist
stepping from the house
to the smell of smoke

Thursday, 17 February 2011

our plane takes off...
a sudden jolt focuses
my eyes on the clouds

Monday, 14 February 2011

the running rabbit
dives for cover

Saturday, 12 February 2011

brilliant sun
along the rail bank
pockets of snow

Thursday, 10 February 2011

St. George’s day
from the busy street
a blast of Britannia

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

starting at the base
the woodpecker nods
its way up the tree

Friday, 4 February 2011

on landing...
a bird knocks a leaf
off its perch

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

busy river ...
a gull is carried
on an arctic wind

Saturday, 29 January 2011

sipping a pint...
slowly the setting sun
turns the building orange

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

open-air café —
a starling peeks into
an empty cake box

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

an iron-grey sky...
from a strand of light

the hanging moon