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')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

31 December 2008

Hot in Australia: haiku and things for December 2008


Christmas is coming.
It’s hot in Australia,
swimming weather – yay!

(I think we better call this one a senryu.)
A friend commented:

There is a word for people who talk about heat & swimming weather while it is snowing here in Colorado -- but I don't think that word is "senryu." (-:


Morning dark and damp.
I contemplate stormy clouds
and turbulent creek.


In the flood of love
my heart naturally turns
to joyous haiku.


Christmas looms closer,
storms and heat mere irritants
in lead-up frenzy.


In our warm weather
I gaze at pictures of snow –
admire, don’t envy.


Is it gift or wage
if you must be a good child
for Santa to come?


No longer looming,
Christmas is here. May it bring
peace and joy to all!


Christmas is over:
two days of festivity
in a busy year.

Losing track of days
in a welter of feasting,
I forget haiku!


The dark of the moon
a soft steady rain falling.
I write to my son.


  1. Sounds like a beautiful nighttime cocktail. I also giggled at Wage or Gift of Santa- love, Danielle Love

  2. Open source turf war.
    Torvalds versus Kolivas.
    Wasted clock cycles.