The First Small Stone 2013

The cousins' dog
comes wheeling and bounding among us,
his bark a great bursting hymn of joy,
his yard broom coat whiskery and coarse,
the love on his tongue
rough, indiscriminate, unquestioning.
He lifts and  lightens the day.

5 o'clock sky

My poplin dress of baby  blue,
all smocking and puffed sleeves,
with scattered flowers of some pinky hue
through which raspberry ice cream weaves.

Vibrator

Cat on my lap

Vibrating

Hot water bottle

Sinuously stretching 

Soft paw pad

Touching  

My face

sun interrupted

Pink and yellow walls
Fighting sullen metal skies.
Sun interrupted.

haiwinds haiku 2

Nuns, a flotilla
Tacking fearlessly windward,
Their black sails snapping.

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sunday morning 
silence 
church bells
pavement cafè croissants coffee
bicycles and children running
chihuahua in a yellow coat 
pebbled alleys bookshop windows  
seaspray wind and salted lips
swept  home upon its briny bluster
to bisto gravy and brussel sprouts