Cool day.
I take my walk early
before the rain.
7/2/11
autumn afternoon
tasting honey —
delicious!
**************
warm evening
watering the garden
through a rainbow
**************
late tomatoes
plumper and redder
sampled by birds
20/2/11
the electric fan
blows hard
last night of summer
28/2/11
*other than those written for NaHaiWriMo
28 February 2011
27 February 2011
The Visitor
Dark figure, peripheral,
just by my shoulder.
For me? Is it time
to set my affairs in order?
Yet I am surprised
by my own calm.
Eventually I even forget him
and fall asleep.
In the morning, my Beloved
waking beside me, says:
‘What a terrible night!
I thought I was dying.’
just by my shoulder.
For me? Is it time
to set my affairs in order?
Yet I am surprised
by my own calm.
Eventually I even forget him
and fall asleep.
In the morning, my Beloved
waking beside me, says:
‘What a terrible night!
I thought I was dying.’
25 February 2011
23 February 2011
22 February 2011
21 February 2011
20 February 2011
19 February 2011
18 February 2011
17 February 2011
16 February 2011
15 February 2011
14 February 2011
Realities
I am a blonde
in a little black dress,
a floaty and flirty little black dress.
I am driving a bright red car.
On the passenger seat beside me
a small puma sits.
I don’t mention
that the car and I
are both aged, and looking it.
Nor that the grey-and-tawny cat
is actually a domestic
travelling in her carry-case to the vet.
We are remembering Peru
long, long ago. They bowed to us:
warrior princess and her fierce pet.
in a little black dress,
a floaty and flirty little black dress.
I am driving a bright red car.
On the passenger seat beside me
a small puma sits.
I don’t mention
that the car and I
are both aged, and looking it.
Nor that the grey-and-tawny cat
is actually a domestic
travelling in her carry-case to the vet.
We are remembering Peru
long, long ago. They bowed to us:
warrior princess and her fierce pet.
13 February 2011
12 February 2011
11 February 2011
9 February 2011
7 February 2011
6 February 2011
5 February 2011
NaHaiWriMo #4
‘Not a single leaf
left on a single tree.’
Cyclone Yasi.
(Almost a found haiku, quoting Queensland Premier Anna Bligh.)
left on a single tree.’
Cyclone Yasi.
(Almost a found haiku, quoting Queensland Premier Anna Bligh.)
4 February 2011
2 February 2011
1 February 2011
NaHaiWriMo #1
February has been declared National Haiku Writing Month, and I signed on to do one a day.
Here is the first:
warm wet morning
brown moth dives suddenly
across my face
Here is the first:
warm wet morning
brown moth dives suddenly
across my face
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