A Year in Haiku

1 

Frosted field cracks 

to the sound of a woodpecker: 

rattling wood-gun, three times. 

2 

Clumps of brave daffodils 

open yellow, open spring, 

nodding to the new music. 

3 

Beautiful tree blossom 

is back and I am back, 

out of wintry gloom. 

4 

White and pink blossom 

on the still bark and spring starts. 

The colour of life. 

5 

London on a wet April day: 

stained grey sky, 

puking grey stone.  

Spluttering rain slithers 

down dirty pavements, 

pools in the clogged roads. 

6 

The hope of summer in May’s 

gusts and blasts of heat, 

downpours and flickering shadows. 

7 

Baby green fingers unfurl 

from a nutty fist, 

opening with April. 

8 

A field filled with mountains. 

Active mole 

pushing up the hills. 

9 

A hornet hovering 

in the air, suspended, 

hummering sound. 

10 

A lick of cold in the air. The trees are 

being told: it is time to drop, 

time for dampness, gloom and frost. 

11 

Scrunching leaves, 

Summer seems 

forgotten in darkening nights.

12 

A late November day,

grey all over, 

cast in winter’s creeping shadow.