What is to be said? – haiku and things for May 2008

2/5/08

Samhain

Black night with no moon.
The veil thins between the worlds.
What ghosts are about?


9/5/08:

Sunlight on water.
Like the sound of Basho's frog,
its ripples widen.



16/5/08:

A butcher bird lands
next to a clump of deep red leaves.
The sun glints on both.


Native Hibiscus

What is to be said?
The flowers' wide yellow mouths
are strangely silent.

Petals curling back
reveal the deep red centres
like velvet, or blood.


23/5/08:

I wake up crying.
He dries my tears with kisses
one soft on each eye.



30/5/08:

Morning.
Cold rain falling
endlessly.


© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008