In the monsoon rains: haiku and things for January 2008

3/1/08:

In the monsoon rains
the river is high and fast
and rising, rising ...


11/1/08:

In my dark garden
wind chimes clang faintly, I breathe
the smell of the sea.


18/1/08:

It's still raining here.
No word from my friend far south
in the hospital.


No word from the one
who went into the desert.
The rain settles in.


25/1/08:

The river's flood-brown.
The wind is chill this summer
and sounds like sobbing.

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When death comes ...

You should be sleeping.
Perhaps you should be alone.
But should you be young?

(A response to the news of Heath Ledger's passing.)


© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008