A peel of bluebells

Rings in the season

Scent that holds ransom reason.

A constant battle

Of cacophony and song.

Joy can resurface.

Soundscape of meaning:

Kandinsky colours

Bring Joy from darkness.

Heart of the waves: beat.

Wingspan rends heaven and earth

Seabird lives, loves on.

Pickled fruitfulness

Tick tick ticks the heart.

Love’s longing lives here.

Wassily Kandinsky: The Bird

Ode to Joy (not a Haiku!)

Joy is a kitten playing with string.
Joy is a baby as it laughs on a swing.
Joy is a jig, a highland fling.
Joy is the feeling I get when I sing.
Joy is the gift that my children bring.
Joy: the emotion without any sting.

Flushed

Generous Nature
Oft hides her true heart
But still it goes on beating.

A call to prayer

Prayer calls the faithful
To find peace within each day.
Allah, come what may.

Bookends

Bookends in sunlight
Frame another starry night.
Don't dream it's over.

Fallen giant

Fallen giant sleeps,
Crowded by mourners,
Ever in the woodland keep