holiday monday...

baby clothes strewn

outside the charity shop

      bridge over the Teme

      rippling shadows under

      its furthest arch

      riverside stroll
      ducks & quacks disappear
      under a canopy of trees

      jotting down my haiku
      a black fly lands
      on my moving pen

my mind tranquil—

sambucus flowers

scent a warm breeze

stone statue

your beaming smile

of a thousand years

mouthless statue

you’ve been struggling to speak

for a thousand years

      fine rain in wind

      from cut grass and flowers

               a nosegay of scents

daydreaming...

through the café window

      a cascade of bubbles