Reposted from The Passionate Crone blog
Purring pussycat
all night long
she sleeps in my arms.
29/5/10
On our verandah
butcher bird
sings to greet the sun.
4/6/10
She goes away,
wanders back for a look.
Already it’s changed.
5/6/10
Went to town.
There was Patsy walking around
in the sun.
7/6/10
In his photos
I notice the sad eyes,
wish I didn’t.
8/6/10
My favourite mountain —
I see it every day:
my father’s painting.
10/6/10
Wakeful all night long
I remembered
my very first love.
12/6/10
Warm winter sunlight.
We lunch with old friends,
drive home replete.
12/6/10
Confessions
Wining and dining.
In my youth
it was a prelude.
Now that I am old
food and wine
are ends in themselves.
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He’s away tonight.
I buy chocolates, and snuggle
with my cats.
15/6/10
Silent song in the mind
creates a crescendo:
internal music needing no instrument.
23/6/10
Funeral
Will there be roses
tomorrow?
She loved them in life.
24/6/10
The city of Perth
today hosts
farewells and haiku.
25/6/10
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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Wonderful 'ku! Very expressive. I was there with you, within each of your "haiku moments" as the Japanese say.
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