The Last Day of November

Low hung sun bright white
Silver birch flame leaves crackling
Before the first snow

Sally

Classical Haiku (Haiku)

First: 5 Syllables

second: 7 Syllables

third line 5 again

             Chris

The Trooper

On this battlefield

no one wins. Smell of acrid

smoke and horses breath

             Chris

Footballers

It’s a pound a stride.

How much from Taxman can hide?

Not a game I see

             Chris

Not there

Old man sits on bench

haven’t seen him for a while

missing wave and smile 


             Chris

New opportunities

The bubble has burst
final nail in coffin- ME!

As one door closes..........................................

             Chris

Flight of Icarus.

Flies on wings of dream 

now he knows father betrayed 
wings burn to ashes 

             Chris