Freedom

Sea swim.

Salt under the back scratcher. 

Red and green seaweed in the bath. 

Joy in my heart. 

Purple knees hold memories. 

Freedom to choose. 

Second childhood

Throwing back the comfort blanket,

the old man from his chair,

picks up on a conversation, 

with a small boy playing there.

Another Haiku poem

Swansea boy Dylan.

Always under his mantle.

Write you are then like.

Haiku

Dads are our prophets. 

They never, ever leave us. 

We are their freedom.

Haiku

Colour, leaf on leaf,

autumn on autumn always 

rich in poetry.

Haiku

Baby snail slowly,

in an autumn's wettest mist.

Winter is coming.

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