31 May 2009

We dash like sprinters
for the train that's replatformed,
due in twelve minutes

30 May 2009

Murky brown canal,
glimpsed from the replacement bus –
faster than the bus

29 May 2009

Friday night at home;
my sixth sense declares that my
friends are having fun

28 May 2009

Flowerheads dipping
to the ground, as if depressed,
weighted down by bees

27 May 2009

Three competing bees
rummage through azaleas
looking for a key

26 May 2009

On the coach windows
rain smears the midnight street lamps
like neon butter

25 May 2009

After the play-off,
smell of rain on hot tarmac,
the smell of defeat

24 May 2009

How my baby cries
at my in-laws' attention.
How I want to cry

23 May 2009

Their most poignant time –
in a Saturday shopfront,
unsold bridal gowns

22 May 2009

Stars are alkaline,
the horizon acidic,
on a litmus sky

21 May 2009

Spread across far hills,
the city way back there is
just distant clamour

20 May 2009

Clink of cutlery,
pie and gravy in the pub,
sound of happiness

19 May 2009

Smiling perfectly
from the window of the bus
to an unseen friend

18 May 2009

Damp shapes on the ground;
showers stop and start all day,
returning like fears

17 May 2009

If a pub opens
and no-one is there to drink,
does it make a sound?

16 May 2009

Saturday's quiet,
just the birds and the click of
the hair straightener

15 May 2009

Haiku every day –
one thing that it isn't for
is posterity

14 May 2009

All four passengers
pass the journey quietly,
look up at ringtones

13 May 2009

For once, no portents:
we'll let this rainy day be
just a rainy day

12 May 2009

Cards on windowsills
remind the passer-by that
all days are birthdays

11 May 2009

If the trees could think,
in this chilly wind, they'd think
"autumn already?"

10 May 2009

Football in the pub,
the big game experience –
fans clapping the screen

09 May 2009

City in the clouds,
leave off the awesome while I
make a cup of tea

08 May 2009

Weather swings between
sunshine, wind and heavy rain;
likewise, baby's mood

07 May 2009

The back of my hand
reminds me of my dad's hand,
makes me see his face

06 May 2009

Are they poplar trees,
bending in the wind, or just
suburban clichés?

05 May 2009

Between the clouds and
my window pane, the raindrops
merge into a mist

04 May 2009

The breeze blows stronger,
makes heavier the shower
of cherry blossom

03 May 2009

Nestled in my head
like fragile eggs in a bag:
six lovely haiku

02 May 2009

Train the other way
out of sight as quickly as
yesterday's haiku

01 May 2009

These could be showers
and sun, or we could be trapped
behind waterfalls