From

Flung from the tree,
the flesh-pink blossoms
pulsate.

Dancing

here

Up

get up
and start the day
as if

Clouds

Gnarled and naked
wooden arms hold aloft
clouds of blue.

Grass

every summer of
my life...  the smell
of mown grass

Drift

Dappled lawns
and from the chapel
a drift of song.

Smell

Bitter-sweet smell
of pink and white blossom:
chestnut, hawthorn.

Patches

Patches of blue -
the sky smiles, blinks
and closes.

Sleeping beauty

Watching beauty sleep,
light on his velvet coat,
my heart leaps.

Found haiku

Bordeaux grands crus classés -
wine tasting, strictly
by invitation.

Lumpy

No early alarm -
my soft bed
grows lumpy.