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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8 September 2016

Uncertain Weather

on next door's roof
tarp and sandbags for leaks –
Housing Department

used for rain
silver tarpaulin shines
in the sun

Spring colours –
pink and white sandbags

in the tarpaulin –
new clouds

still air –
a slight breeze rustles
tips of leaves

on an early Spring morning –
will it rain will it not rain?

Another haiku sonnet for Poetic Asides.  (Expect more.)


  1. I can feel that early spring where you are, as fall wanders through all the trees, turning them wild colours, where I am.

  2. Spring is refreshing, isn't it...