Jon Summers lives in South Wales, and has had haiku published in a variety of magazines including Blithe Spirit, Presence and Fire. He lives with his wife, a rapidly growing son, and an ever-shrinking amount of time to actually get any writing done!
email: SummersJ at logica.com
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cool autumn night
silence
speaks the words she couldn’t
cool autumn night
silence
speaks the words she couldn’t
empty church
savouring the whisper
of my own prayers
“…from whence we came…”
smoke rings echo
the cycle of life
closing prayer-
the last candle
wavers in the wind
cenotaph —
an old soldier salutes
from his wheelchair
Remembrance Day —
a song of hope
from the children
End of prayer-
smoke of candles
in the open
mourner’s stool
candlelight flickers in the glass
silent
green february 1st —
leaf falls to earth