Double haiku

The walled garden's closed;
Wind and birds have spread the seeds
So 'Wild' lives there now.

Under Arctic ice,
Guarded against polar bears,
A seed bank's been built.

Bins

They're out; black, lined up
Pillars of the pavement,
Waiting to spill our dross.

Lincoln Cathedral

Light brings colour to grey stones,

Let us bring hope to the disenchanted.

Haiku

Points shaved to pinpricks,
Shiny shanks like armour,
The Pencils spike the air.

Walsingham

With or without walls,

The great east end arcs to God,

Still provoking wonder.

Haiku

'Random's' in,
'Wicked's' waning
'Fab' trickles on....
Word fashion's cool, brill, blue!

The door knocker

At sea, dolphin sightings

Enchant,

At home, its thumps

Bring feet running.

Ash Wednesday

A cross of palm ash
Shaped on our foreheads; fire flakes
Handing regret hope.

Weir reflection

Devon Skyline