Thursday, 25 November 2010

Shades...

Brave, remaining leaves
You too, will soon be cast off:
Our destinies touch.

Monday, 1 November 2010

Salt marshes

The wind reed-whispers,

gulls grumble, mud burps:

'marsh music' ....

shattered by jets.

Haiku

Sucked into quicksands
of memory, a life line
is given - of laughter.