Riddle 2018

windhover     without feathered wing

bumblebuzzer without any sting

I have no bones nor mammal flesh
no armour forged of chitin mesh

untethered     at a mute command
I stoop into my master’s hand

nor     bird     nor bat     nor worker bee

Look up!     and say what I mote be



In the fields the poppies bloom and blow
Talking of Michelangelo.

Conjunction (haiku)

Planting Roses (poem)

September 2017 (haiku)

Bronzed birds’ rust-creak flight
Down sunset river spreads Fall
Far as wild swans wing.

Long Form (haiku)

TMI (haiku)