Poetry

Poems, I always think, are best read singly. One of the most successful poetry publishing projects in my lifetime was Poems on the Underground. Just one short poem to read on your journey and remember all day. This page is a bit like that. One poem at a time, each taking the place of the one before, like stops on the Underground.

Seasons is one poem made up of four short poems in Haiku form.

SEASONS

A late summer rose
waits under a veil of frost
for the sun’s last kiss

Poems like windfalls
decompose in sun and rain
sweetening the earth

Winter’s bony hand
clings to the thawing river
in desperation

May blossom like snow
has drifted improbably
over the hedgerows