hushed at dawn
a baptismal fire
arises
Haiku Notebook 2019
Easter dawn
silence is pregnant
no more
a new dawn
the moon sinks prostrate
before it
Paschal Moon—
Death,
wherein lies your sting?
six minutes . . .
the very stones
cry "no more"
spring thaw
what was lost here
in silence
a sapling
rooted in nothing
but absence
a crow rants
from the dead centre
of a deluge
nagging thirst
as if a cool spring
would burst forth
video commentary by editor Mike Rehling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jc2sQuOEPY
summer burns out
having found no fulfilment
in such warmth
crest-fallen sky
a finger-scrawl of clouds . . .
autumn ends
as if silence
could ever be enough
all night vigil
harvest moon
a pumpkin vine retraces
its origins
not yet spring
yet see how its absence
appears
winter thaw . . .
gutters brim over
with gaiety
in hushed tones
a promise of colour
quickens the sky
cold hard facts
yesterday's atrocities
today's warmth
the winter tree—
a veteran climbs down
to see no more
"Tom's a-cold"—
ashen snowflakes melt
on each tongue
linen shroud . . .
snowed under with ranks
of body bags
ephemera flycasting shadows
in shadows
unwhisper thy name
refugee child
hazy moon
it moves us now
about our shadow
morning
my breath lingers
around me
the poem that passed in me
the cloud I named does not last
darkness warms to my skin
myself breathing beyond stars
french horns
green the ambience . . .
forest light
find the red two hidden in green
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