LUNA LAKE HAIKU
New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds
celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food -
your voice still singing.
© Adrian Green
("Luna Lake Haiku" was previously
published in "New Essex Writing", 1993 )
COASTAL
Sea-coal stains the sand,
an icy north sea wind cuts through my coat
and water seeps through tattered shoes.
The raw, relentless waves sweep,
rumbling, in great arcs
across the beach, and sand grains
blast my eyes half-shut.
I hide behind uncertain barricades.
These dunes are battlements, crumbling now,
between the dirty open-cast and sea.
© Adrian Green
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