─ haiku ─
a moth zigzags
across the room -
silent lightning
morning sunlight
creeping through a sycamore –
Spring snow again
a branch in Spring:
tzee- tzee- tzee -
the goldcrest
caught by the wind,
tickets from a burning bus
going everywhere
between two slag heaps:
thistles and poppies,
a skeleton car
Georgian house,
three black windows
staring
last night’s spider web
on a binned Christmas tree -
tiny baubles