ground covering
blanket fell overnight,
creating a winter wonderland.

Apart from a brief flurry before Christmas, that didn’t settle as the ground was too wet and soon returned to rain, this is the first snow we have had this winter. I’m so glad to see it, such a necessary part of winter. Already some has melted in the weak sunshine but we may get some more later today or again overnight.



I have nothing to say.
I sit in the garden;
the sun comes and goes
alternately warming and cooling,
while the birds sing
and my mind is silent.


Standing statue-like
in the middle of the field;
cat, silent, alert.

After Rain

After rain on parched earth
calm, silent and humid day.
Where are the birds?
They have not come to the feeders.


Last year’s ash keys hang
unmoving, shrouded, silent
in the freezing fog.

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Three of my  poems can now be read online in ‘Bitter Sweet’ e-book at www.issuu.com/risingbrookwriters, starting on page 26. Several have also appeared in previous anthologies produced by this writers group on Issuu – look for ‘ad lib’, ‘still waters’ and ‘inside out’.


Sleet turns to snowflakes,
silently falling faster
and faster, settling.

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Please visit Pure Haiku to read another of my Haiku today.


Back home safe and warm
I wake this morning to a world of white.
Silently it snowed all night,
still the gentle flakes are falling
and life comes to a standstill.

Fading Dream

Last night it snowed, unseen,
soft and silent,
like a dream.
Morning light, snow turns to rain.
By tonight it will be gone,
just as silent,
fading dream.


Silent bells,
demurely proud as vestal virgins,
after the frost and snow have gone,
unfrozen snowdrops,

Silent Bells

A gentle breeze
and the few remaining sycamore leaves
rock back and forth like silent bells;
tongueless, they cannot sing.

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