WEDNESDAY 26 20
Ashy shale scattered
on the garden where palm trees
died in the winter.
THURSDAY 27 20
The new moon lying
on its back alongside white
and fluid Venus.
FRIDAY 28 20
The fence that displayed
lost hats is now itself knocked
down, lying on grass
SATURDAY 29 20
The residue of
Storm Jorge, intermittent
hail on the windscreen.
SUNDAY 1 20
Whenever you see
a rainbow, you’re going to want
to write a haiku.
MONDAY 2 20
When I see catkins,
I think of my grandmother
putting twigs in water.
TUESDAY 3 20
A thrush skitters through
sodden leaves, while a robin
flashes red feathers.
Seventeen 