January 11
2018
Fog in the Peaks
Arbor Low Henge and Barrow
Looking east and looking west,
Gathering the day.
She says, "We don't get large birds."
Then comes a flicker.
2013
Haiku on Insomnia
A sleepless night once
Was a chance to create. Now
I just read Facebook
The tough thing about
Wakefulness: having to work
In a few more hours.
The city's asleep,
But I hear the rhythmic pulse
And the yowling cats.
fluffed into a ball
the cat sits crouched on the wall:
baby, it's cold out....
And puddles have iced over.
They crunch at my feet.
2010
Yes, she jaywalked, but
The scofflaw cyclist
Fog in the Peaks
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| At Cat and Fiddle Rd |
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| At Shining Tor |
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| Victoria's mark |
2017
Two evening skies,Looking east and looking west,
Gathering the day.
2014
The morning bird show...She says, "We don't get large birds."
Then comes a flicker.
Haiku on Insomnia
A sleepless night once
Was a chance to create. Now
I just read Facebook
The tough thing about
Wakefulness: having to work
In a few more hours.
The city's asleep,
But I hear the rhythmic pulse
And the yowling cats.
the cat sits crouched on the wall:
baby, it's cold out....
2012
A strong east wind blows,And puddles have iced over.
They crunch at my feet.
Yes, she jaywalked, but
The small man in uniform
Didn't need to grouse.
Teaches a child to ride through
The red traffic light.
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