Yes, it’s autumn: haiku for March 2009

4/3/09

Her bright quick young voice
makes me feel slow and heavy.
The day goes to dusk.


6/3/09

In response to a haiku series criticising ‘witches’ who charge a fee to find your soul-mate:

You never need pay
to discover a soul-mate.
Fate will unite you!

Real witches harm none,
nor do we manipulate.
We are the healers.


7/3/09

Step in the shower,
turn up the hot tap, higher.
Yes, it's autumn.


13/3/09

Wind, rain and loud sea.
The edges of the cyclone
graze us in passing.


16/3/09

Cyclone, blown offshore,
has left us a reminder:
the tide mark’s higher.


20/3/09

Deleted profiles.
Red crosses litter my lists.
There were no goodbyes.

(You probably have to be familiar with MySpace to get this one.)


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Tracks along the beach –
big dog, little dog, seagull,
bare feet, sneakers, me.
I meet myself coming back.
The rising tide creeps closer.


21/3/09

Autumn on the Tweed.
What could be more beautiful?
Each day I give thanks.


22/3/09

The tide thunders in
just before darkness descends,
nearly catches me.


24/3/09

(for Bette)

A line of bright bulbs
drenches the porch in fragrance,
their colours singing.


27/3/09

Late March, cooler nights,
the doona's back on the bed.
We both sleep soundly.

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He gathers no moss,
collects flowers as haiku:
Takke Rollingstone.

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The tide’s on the turn.
Six years close to the ocean;
now, how much longer?

The light changes: blue-green-grey,
white-edged, waves mirrored by clouds.