sliced scentless fish

glides past

the sushi eaters

dreaming of tadpoles 

the old frog

passes away

Ligurian sunrise

Genovese cruise ships

full of hopes

descending slowly

over Turin

shrouded in mist

snow-tipped Alps

passing beneath me

I drink coffee

pen poised

full of ink

but no haiku flows

ideas have expired

but

the meeting goes on

near the end

the old cat jumps

and misses

clocks change
we cash in
our dayling savings

leaves rustle

on the doormat

Autumn visitors

something flutters

high in the tree

plastic bag

Navarrene mountains

obscured by rain

as the leaves fall

angry thoughts 

thrown in the water

harbour no grudges

refuse pile

eyes raised

Lincoln Cathedral

Sicilian sea

early morning boats bob

and catch the moon

proud poppy seller

with early morning medals

lest he forgets