colinmylesauthor

Haiku – Trawler

out on the grey bay;
red fishing trawler putters
home,after long night

waiting for coffee
the daffodils catch my eye;
terracotta pots

after the sea storm
rocks inch higher up slipway
meadow pipit stares

light dusting of snow
disappears with coastal breeze;
back under duvet

breaking the silence
growling motorcycle starts;
my shattered daydreams

wagtail stopped by wind

pecks microscopic morsels ;

people tug lapels

line of lifeless trees
down the avenue of fog;
brake lights flickering

the foggy sunshine
dewdrop pearls hang from grass blades;
cat sits on doorstep

blustery walk home
telephone lines sing in sync;
fine glass of red waits . . .

the bare trees stand still
amidst listless winter sky;
dusk's amber flicker