In the morning still
a fat blackbird fluttering
sounds like shuffling cards

The radiator
translates words from the winter:
"I'm still here, you know"

Packed shopping centre:
passers-by avert their eyes
as the baby feeds

A gap in the clouds;
beam of sunshine hits the Earth –
God throws a spotlight

A changeable day:
bands of light and shade sweep by –
indecisive sky

A scampering mouse
in the corner of the room:
haiku audition

Your four-month-old head
tucked under my chin, snug as
continents rejoined

The wind's sharp whistle
echoed and distorted by
the tumbling dustbins

The gate blows open,
slams shut, in the raging wind
between two seasons

Motorway standstill;
a driver in the fast lane
applies mascara

Our poor team makes it
three-nil in injury time;
we relax at last

Hazy spring sunshine,
wine and guests and baby smiles;
no rock and roll fun

Haiku's slow enough
to catch me plant pepper seeds,
not to watch them grow

Frogs see me coming,
dive to the pond's murky depths
and resume kissing

My itchiest feet
would make me dream about a
dream about a train

Today's a great day:
spring, frogs and waterlilies,
all that haiku stuff

Baby demonstrates
one thing better than great sights:
sleeping through great sights

Children in the pub
playing, blind to the TV's
news and football scores

Vapour trails – it seems
so innocent a phrase now –
tear the sky apart

There might be thunder,
there might be sunshine; the sky's
like a baby's face.

Magazine inserts,
left on a train seat, become
unflown paper planes

Me and my best friends
huddled together like our
empty beer bottles

Invisible wind
announces itself through the
clattering catflap

Two sharp bursts of hail
darken the day; in between,
the briefest rainbow

I turn off the lights,
sit, and listen to the rain
wage war on the roof

Like a waterfall
or a ship's launch, but it's just
the way the light falls

Bright wintertime sun,
did you beat the snow this time
or is it hiding?

Ceiling downlighters,
reflected in baby's eyes,
are a diamond mine.

Freezing windy night –
a couple stand kissing with
touching bobble hats

A tiny spider
sheltering from the raindrops
hurled from my shower

Evening kickabout –
the goalkeeper's shadow can
nudge the halfway line