March Wind


a wagtail I spook

veers from one buffet to the next

March wind


the clack of bare branches

lost in the swish of leaves soon

March wind


These poems were inspired by a blustery day.  And, to finish, because March gales are clearly the exact same shape as a devil’s haircut, here’s Beck –

Its Yellow Fin


its yellow fin

ripples once, twice, to keep the carp

still as spring moves in


This poem was inspired by the lovely fish in a lovely garden pond at a grubby little office.  And, to finish, here’s Ash –