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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1 June 2009

Early morning cold: haiku for May 2009


Early morning cold.
I sink into my warm bed
like mothering arms.


The nights have turned cold.
In my dreams they gaze at me –
my dead mother’s eyes.


A wild grey ocean
surprised by two bright rainbows
then one vanishes.


“It lies about us” –
so Jesus said of Heaven.
Do we make our own?


Howling and shrieking
the wind is all round the house
bashing to get in.


Responses to friends’ LiveJournal posts:

From across the world
the arc of your dawn rainbow
brightens my morning.


It seems the whole world
is assailed by rain and storms.
I hear nothing else.


"Droughts and flooding rains"
we learn from early childhood
in this "wide brown land".

(Acknowledgments to Dorothea Mackellar)

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