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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31 December 2007

Fresh quiet morning: haiku and things for December 2007


Fresh quiet morning.
We breathe in deep the soft air
already heating.


An overcast sky
grey with the promise of rain.
My eyelids heavy.


It's a sweet story
the babe, the star, the manger.
A time for new birth.


The cockatoo's crest
rises as a question mark
on his bright gold crown.


Flying flags lift off
from a bridge that floats on sky
over dense water.


A slice of their world
shows the goldfish purposeful
and filling their world.


Pop a strawberry
whole into my waiting glass!
My palate tingles.


The huddled boats
nesting under tarpaulins
waken to first light.


My friend's blissful face
raised to the source of the light
shines in its one ray.


Through mist, a rainbow
glows above green hills and fields
marking a treasure.


Retreating for years
to the rooms furthest apart
each one worked alone.

Now Andrew and I
have brought our desks together
in the living room.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007

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