The haiku sensation that is sweeping across London

Soft grey skies muffle
the hopeful blossoms scented
with leftover sun

Sensational sunshine
Or dreary drizzly days
The London Lotto

Landed at Heathrow to
unenglish blue skies and sun
What a lovely day!

What should annoy me
Instead makes me love you more
London is my home

Worry where were bees
Was assuaged when two assailed
With love the blue sage

Rattling tube trains
Push wind through the station
Her breath on my cheek

Spring rain pattering
Against the tube train windows
She keeps on talking

On railway tracks
In the silent station
The wrong type of snow

Tramp in a doorway
Sleeping under yesterday's
Financial Times

Deathshead Hawkmoth
In the British Museum
My breath on the glass

City office block
Seventeen storeys up
A single light

Late night closing
Broken glass in the gutter
Reflecting starlight

Mist round the street lamp
An orange-grey dream dragon
Fading into dawn

Morning hangover
The sun flashing from windows
Without a warning

East Sheen showers
I peddle the wet tow path
To my office shelter

Over the lych gate
To the Jesuits' graveyard
A pair of jackdaws

The strawberry moon
caught between glass and beer-mat
a burnet six-spot

May bank holiday
Jackdaws snaffle midges from
A fallow deer's back

Morning commute
The train's momentum
In the small of my back

The ferry boat makes
For the Middlesex side
Parakeet calls

First in the office
My whistling echoes
Up the stairwell

May evening
All the shop dummies
Unclothed

City garden:
A bather's ribcage
Points to the sky

Along the lane
Of whitewashed cottages
Her summer dress

Summer rain
The clank of a ladder
Somewhere outside

Solstice night
Hearing every raindrop
Hit the stones