Cornish haiku

where the dog threw up at the edge of the road early morning gulls

the incoming tide a ground beetle rotates on its back

through a gap in the hedge as we flash past a partridge and her chicks

village museum retired fishermen gaze at their old nets

rain in the campground a girl hops back to her tent on one foot

the sun comes out a tiny spider rappels from the brim of my hat

over there by the car park a band practices songs from World War I

in the still forest one limb is swaying boys on a rope swing

evening cottage the whippet’s thin hind leg glows orange in the sunset

listening to an owl pale magnolia blossoms as big as our faces