Wings

Catching the light
his silver hair,
forming smooth wings
either side of his head,
shines; I’m reminded
of white swans
on a sunlit river.

After the Quarrel

After the quarrel
we are very polite
all day.

New Curtains

New curtains.
The garden hazy
but still visible.
The room
suddenly a sanctuary.

Autumn Approaches

My basil bush
so strong and glossy in Spring
droops now,
and its leaves
are pale and ragged.

Sequel

The neighbour’s lad
laughs with his little sister.
Scooter race.

Observed

The boy over the road
just ran away from home
backpack and all,
on his scooter.

Magpie

glides in, touches down
one split second,
lifts back up, skims
the ground, lands,
white wings and tail
spread wide, black edged.



I've become attuned now to seeing small stones. 
This one wouldn't fit into a haiku!

Rain Falls

Rain falls
in the neighbour’s yard
but not here
as if the fence
was a natural divide.