Haiku: ‘Change in the Season’

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Changing atmosphere
Brisker more meaningful walks
Death begets new life

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The Fall is Here — but Here We Call it Autumn

Photo copyright Francis Barker 2020

In England the holiday season is all but over. It’s been short and difficult.

Now with autumn upon us, it’s hard to fathom out where this crazy year has been taking us and how fast it’s gone by — just as well, perhaps.

One of the things I have been musing upon is the name autumn, a borrowing from French, one of many thousands of French words in the English language. The older I get, the more I prefer the Stateside term ‘fall’, it is so much more expressive and, well, native.

Either way, it’s never been more important to get out and about in the fresh air when you can, especially on a glorious autumn, or fall, day.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem: A Walk by the Sea

a walk by the sea

Without too much thought I took
to the beach,
followed the white lines of
breakers
leading me due north along that
fractured shore.

in no time at all the beach huts were
behind me,
removed by dunes and blurring
summer haze.

then suddenly
she was there
right in front of me, as if she’d
dropped
right out of the ether.

she was squatting down,
blonde haired and
quite young,
her blue-green dress hitched up a touch
showing small bare feet
half buried,
where the dry white sand
gave way to shingle.

I stopped
said hi
but she didn’t even look!
staring into that wide expanse
she could see
clear across the ocean.

looking down I admired her
gold-embroidered dress,
the delicate amber jewellery on
slim fingers,
her long hair matted by
the keen breeze.

then she looked up,
her eyes like cyan gems
and pointed to herself–
‘Elfhild’ I thought she said
sounding sort of German
or Dutch or maybe something
in between
but I didn’t speak a word.

not then.

she didn’t seem lost or in any distress
so I moved on,
giving her a faint wave,
after all, what business was it
of mine?
I carried on steadily
maybe half a mile or so,
felt the wind move round
south to south east.
I could’ve done with a jumper so I
turned back,
got up quite a pace in the end.
frankly I wanted to return
to see if she was alright –
but I saw only footprints
where she had been, where the shingle
gave way to sand.

walking to the shoreline something
caught my eye, a piece of amber
wet and shining.
I picked it up, held it
to the light
and smiled, looking out
to where the waves
were rolling in by the edge of
that German sea

poem and image © copyright Dave Barker 2020

Unexpected Meeting with Alpacas

Lovely alpacas

Although not native to Britain, alpacas are nevertheless lovely. They are native to South America.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Nature’s Walk

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Photo by Mahir Uysal

Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Life Affirming

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Photo by Martin Damboldt from Pexels

Walking in nature
Life affirmation surrounds
The One in all things

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Walk Like This

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Walk. Don’t walk. Walk now
Walk this way for your own good
Best stay out of town

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Place Your Feet Here

Pavement procedures
Signs and symbols painted on
Who will remove them?

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem: ‘Clothes’

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These are my favourite clothes, I
wear them for days on end.
See?
They retain their shape,
my shape,
even when I toss them
into wardrobes, or hang them from
skeletal frames, dis-
assembled, waiting for warm
odours of my living
return.

So say you’ll never throw them
out, and resist all
temptation to wash. Simply
lay them on a chair or bed – though
mark the creases,
the bulges of cotton limbs, fleshy
legs which have moulded denim,
now hanging in threads. And make sure
to study the greasy collars, precious
oils of my skin. Then take
hold of this shirt, stretch the faded
fabric in your hands and breathe in
the smell of years. Remember
the walks and our talks, when
there was only time to kill. For these
things, which may be nothing now, are
still worthy of note, the relics of
a single life
and not without right

image and poem © copyright David F. Barker 2013