Haiku-9

great sturgeon swims by;
sitting on the rivers side,
we watch in silence

© L. Rose

Seagulls passing

Sitting in the sunshine
by the river at high tide
A seagull came and perched
on the railings by my side
We had a little chat
as it seemed the thing to do
Passing a few pleasantries
before away he flew

Went for a walk

Went for a walk
down by the sea
Near to the waves
as they sang to me

Sunday afternoons…

Sunday afternoons
A walk, a rest, a cup of tea
This insouciance

Gunnersbury

Under Gunnersbury bridge
the Thames is on the turn
And as the sun shines on the water
there to wander I adjourn

River

I am tranquility and more
my voice a soothing balm
Shining I reflect the sun
to bring you peace and calm
I am river flowing free
my waters smooth and still
Come stay a while and breathe me in
until you’ve had your fill

A fall from grace I

There’s a boat on the river
that’s sad and bereft
For I’m sorry to say
there’s not a lot of it left
Abandoned to fate
several years ago now
It’s slowly been fading
from its stern to its bow

Have wheels, will travel

Bought a two man kayak
but although it’s very nice
Time these past two years
has meant we’ve only used it twice

Shiny shiny

Shiny shiny
the river today
as slow to the sea
it ebbs on its way
On the footbridge I pause
and soak up the sun
on this wonderful morning
as the day is begun

Before the rain

Just before the rain
River water smoothly lies
Ebbing to the sea

Mill Hill Wanderings

Mill Hill in the sunshine
on a perfect July day
The river in the valley
and the hills across the way
We’re the only people up here
so the silence is complete
Just the panting of our little dog
and the tramping of our feet

Echo on the water

There’s an echo on the water
at this quiet time of day
as the river slowly flows
before the world comes out to play
Silently I stand and breathe
and smile at what I see
For this really is a special place
where I am fortunate to be

Reflected blue

Reflected in the River Thames
the blue of a March sky
still and peaceful water there
as I walk slowly by
Underneath the overground
at Kew, West London way
walking by the river
on an early Springtime day

drifting

dozing in the long reeds

dreaming

where the river goes

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Home II

 

Crossing the bridge of a morning
the river reaching down to the sea
With boats there at rest, a reminder
that this is just where I wanted to be

Riverside view

 

On the river at Shoreham
the water is clear
In this place that I love
and hold very dear
The boats on the mudflats
with the tide on the turn
Lie at rest by the pontoons
with bow against stern

Stopham Bridge II

An afternoon at Stopham Bridge
near Pulborough in the the sun
is quite the perfect thing to do
when a long week is done

The River

 

As the sun sets over shadowed hills
the tidal river flows
Meandering through the valley plain
as out to sea it goes
Enraptured in this evening light
we amble hand in hand
From High Trees along the river bank
in this fine Sussex land

Lewes

 

It’s not raining in Lewes
which is refreshingly nice
As we have lunch by the river
with coffee and pies

There’s a warmth in the air
but we still wear cagoules
as there’s threat in the sky
by the calm river Ouse

Houseboat

 

Walked along the riverbank
the tide full on the turn
Admiring all the houseboats
moored along the berm

Together

Lost, you felt, I know
In my rivers of gushing thoughts
Finding rocks underneath

Home

 

I have a beach of shingle mixed
with golden sea-washed sand
Its grandeur and its mystery
forged by God’s own hand

By the River

Rushing water
Sparkling cascade
Clapping, laughing
Dancing white spray

Rollercoaster ride
Crashing over rocks
Wet shiny boulders
Glistening black blocks

Swirling, foaming
Suddenly calm
Rivulets waltzing
Reflecting the sun

Five bridges

 

Gleams the sun
on slow Tyne
Five bridges reflected
the moment, mine

Ocean soul

River wends its lazy way
To the waiting sea
Always seems enticing
To the likes of me

River Of Truth

Your world, a flow of water
Running through veins of life
Making its way in a stream
Leaving drops of wisdom
To hold, treasure, nurture
While the course moves on

river

The river runs past the boy forever
each day the same and each moment different
brown and lazy on the surface
such hidden turbulence
oh so cold if you dare the depths

Our Kingfisher

 

You took me down to that quiet stretch of river

which barely deserves such a name,

especially in that parched midsummer month.

You held your finger to your lips

and with a sharp upward twitch of your

straggly eyebrows conveyed to me your boyish pleasure.

We clumsily glided to our lookout position

by the stagnant pond, its oozing stench kept heavy

by the still, stifling air. Our silence engulfed me,

my young years knew no such patience.