Small treats: June haiku 2011

mild evening

streaks of pink cloud

lengthening

bright evening

inky mountains

under light sky

clear evening

crickets chirping
on the way home

evening darkens

black bats set out

just visible

4/6/11

smell coconut oil —

instantly

seventies Bali

******

the smell of mown grass

after rain —

childhood afternoon

all of us huddled

behind glass 

cosy from the cold

10/6/11

autumn sunlight

the mountains clear-edged

and I’m sneezing

17/6/11

small treats

fresh fish instead of tinned

the money goes

frugality

rebelled against, becomes

essential

24/6/11

Ace of Pentacles

(The Keys to Heaven Tarot)


It is dawn.

One gold star

is still in the sky, its outline

sizzling like neon, blue-white.

The fields are sown

with seedlings springing.

Wild roses

bloom in the hedge.

The two pillars

either side of the archway gate

are keys opening up

a path of light.

From clouds

veiling the boundless,

a strong right hand holds up

an eye in the centre of the palm.

The hand is twined

with leafy vines

young, growing.

The cup of the palm is deep.

To have and hold, it says,

to touch and know,

to work in the earth

and reach the sky.