hulme street

a scrap of litter flickers and glows 
floating high above the street
like an urban Chinese lantern
it hovers momentarily 
then the ashen remnants are blown away

hair dye

the sun comes out  
the breeze swirls a shiny cloud of pink hair
around my face
it makes me smile.

autumn

As I put the letters into the slot 
a golden beech leaf floats down
and is posted along with them.

flight path

all morning the planes come over so low
I could practically wave to the passengers

asleep

In the dark his breathing is slow and steady
but his hand still takes my fingers 
when I seek it out under the tangle of blankets

squirrel

he darts back and forth across the cycle track
then stops under my wheel

September

the sky-blue-pink evening 
fades to a starless night
scarred with aeroplane trails

reading

I am not reading
I stare at the page for a while
letting words drift into my eyes
then I turn the page

Costa Rican Adventure 8 - waves

watching for the dawn 
there is a momentary lull between the waves
the silence is so compete it is as if
someone turned off the ocean

Costa Rican Adventure 7 - collecting shells

beautiful spiral shells litter the beach
but there will be no collecting
they scuttle away at your approach
even the tiniest amongst them
is home to someone 

Costa Rican Adventure 6 - Cacao Monkeys again

We breakfast with a basilisk

Costa Rican Adventure 5 - Cacao Monkeys

In the pitch black the crashing waves of the pacific 
have been replaced with the chirrup of insects
and the plink plonk of frogs calling from the canopy.
We wake to the cacophony of howler monkeys.