30 April 2009

Rain hums a dark song,
washing machine scrapes and drones,
bird tiptoes the roof

29 April 2009

On a sunny day,
laid up with a heavy cold,
I hate irony

28 April 2009

Stepping from my house,
stunned by the Don's vast valley –
keep lifting me up

27 April 2009

Soft sound at midnight
on the conservatory:
raindrops conspiring

26 April 2009

Marathon runners
after the race has ended,
taking the train home

25 April 2009

The blinking cursor
offering the football scores,
toying with my heart

24 April 2009

What could spoil this day's
perfect light? Only wasps and
telemarketing

23 April 2009

Nothing makes echoes
in the haiku's still moment –
clap your hands to check

22 April 2009

Strawberries and cream,
magnolia and tulips,
my stripy t-shirt

21 April 2009

City centre strolls:
tapping of a walking stick
stands out from the crowd

20 April 2009

Walking under trees,
it's my forward motion that
dapples sun through leaves

19 April 2009

A cool, darkened room:
band practice on a hot day,
D chord shines like sun

18 April 2009

A garden puzzle:
shower from a cloudless sky –
oh, apple blossom

17 April 2009

A bee taps the pane,
seedlings reach out to the glass:
spring wants letting in

16 April 2009

My bus window gaze
settles for an instant on
the tram driver's eyes

15 April 2009

A dull spring day with
white blossom on a white sky:
there is always hope

14 April 2009

It's a good vintage,
says the fresh-cut grass bouquet;
pop the cork of spring.

13 April 2009

Sky of ochre, peach,
indigo, cyan and cream
and Town won one-nil

12 April 2009

Just the two of us
on the pub's far table: me
and Murakami

11 April 2009

baby monitor
crackling with reports from the
war on wakefulness

10 April 2009

Sent to sleep by wine,
dreaming of exotic trains,
woken by the cat

09 April 2009

Somewhere in the soil
a green unseen pepper shoot
splits the seed's tough case

08 April 2009

A far corner of
the multistorey car park
makes it night again

07 April 2009

Between the need for
this haiku and writing it,
a bright star came out

06 April 2009

Lazy cat, asleep
on the steps up to the house,
guards us from nothing

05 April 2009

My bare feet speak to
the dark house, up at midnight;
the floorboards reply

04 April 2009

The look of surprise
on the bouncer's face because
someone's smiling back

03 April 2009

Midnight, Friday third
of April, twenty-oh-nine,
desireless at last

02 April 2009

Streetlight flickers on,
daytime paces back a shade,
Thursday packs its things

01 April 2009

On heaven's hen nights,
backs already bearing wings,
what do angels wear?