Hanami—
without a thought
for last year’s blossom

AS

we spread our blankets
over new-mown grass

FW

the caravan cleaned
I join the traffic
on the coast road

AS

at dusk the camels
are tied up for the night

FW

***

a faint moon
above the smoke and gunfire
of Marsden Moor

AS

our first kiss near ruined
by a buzzing bee

FW

doodling on my notepad
I write her name
inside a heart

AS

he watches cells divide
under the microscope

AS

the blue whale
lunges towards
a shoal of krill

FW

a tough crowd for the clown
at the children’s party

AS

during a blizzard
we visit the Buddha’s
hilltop shrine

FW

silence on the trading floor
over the Christmas break

AS

“it’s surprising
what money can buy”,
she says with a wink

FW

beneath the northern lights
they renew their vows

AS

fixed in a puddle
a rocket stick
and the full moon

FW

my windfall apples
make the best cider

FW

***

the sculptor steps back
from chiselling the torso
of his marble nude

AS

white water rushing
through the narrow gorge

FW

during the small hours
a litter of fox cubs
slip into this world

AS

a soft breeze fills the room
with the scent of hyacinths

FW