I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 September 2007

A cold rainy day: haiku and things for September 2007


A cold rainy day.
Darting across the wet road
one sudden swallow.


Furled umbrellas
gathered in a basket –
unopened blossoms.


I begin to write
his elegy, the husband
dead these thirteen years.


Suddenly it's warm.
The season rouses at last,
comes fully awake.


For my god-daughter Mikaela

You have turned sixteen.
That laughing baby I held
had these same bright eyes.


The river sparkles
smooth and glassy, undisturbed.
No swimmers. But soon ...


Listen to the wind!
How it sobs in the white waves
and sighs in the trees.


The beach at nightfall.
Out there, whales play hide-and-seek,
flipping their high tails.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007