Winter gulls: Haiku sequence

The painting doesn’t really fit, but I like it anyway. You have to imagine the fog.


Gulls on white wings

wheel over the misty river

fishing for lost dreams.


Fog falls thick hiding

water and sky—only gulls

glide nonchalantly.


River mist rises

white grey pearls gulls string their wings

feathered river gems


Cloud winter-swollen

white-flecked with gulls snow drifting

still the robin sings.


Rain whips cold—gulls cry

grey cloud buffets swirling flocks

gale tests feathred strength.


Fallen branches strewn

raft islands on the river

gulls sail to the sea.

Dark Winter Haiku sequence


Dark winter tide turns

dark wind blows howling snow clouds

dark days are coming.


The fire within dies

quenched when the wind blows too hard

love’s flickering flame.


Your words breathe a chill

coat this beating heart with frost

while snowflakes fall soft.


Wind blows upriver

gulls drift on their wings lost souls

mist falls hides your face.


Into winter dark

crow flaps through thick falling snow

call lost in the wind.

The river runs through town

River winds wave-dimpled
Cutting a path between parapets of stone
And walls of concrete blocks
Lapping banks laden with the weight of kingcups
Or curling round the bristling stalks
Of a forest of sedge.
River rises with the moon
Dancing with the equinox
And dashes broken trees
Onto city streets
When the tempest blows.
River rolls its spattering of gulls
Rising and falling beneath their featherweight.
River runs its untamed path of bird-bobbing waves
Gathers with disdain our abandoned waste
And spits its into the relentless sea.