dying light ...
come share my Ardbeg
wayward midge
December 2011
life lessons
the gap between
two headstones
stillness ...
the tug of daylight
withdrawing
ebbing tide . . .
dusk brims over
my shadow
ahh moonlight!
this is the gift
she loved
imagine that ...
the unfolding night
between stars
and yet
through her fingers
time without end
still the sparkle
in a father's eyes ...
whispered haiku
monkey
in the middle ...
shadow dance
aha
another year
atishoo
skipping
the light fandango -
new year shift
swaying trees -
the sound of music
within us
all this rain
as if something will change ...
the year ends
lightning ...
the flash of thunder
before it sounds
oily light
skids off the ngaio –
sultry afternoon
days stretch into
the fullness of summer
but still . . .
taking flesh ...
the words of mystery
we caress
white Christmas?
the pohutukawa
bleeds colour
has the sun
come to a standstill too?
lingering heat
feeding
a mosquito –
just one
lonely moth,
I too seek shelter
from the night
praying mantis –
a priest seeks mercy
on his knees
shivers
up my spine . . .
her eyes
bridal haiku –
the poet strips away
excess words
early birds
summoning colour . . .
wordless chant
ancient light
rendering a statue
featureless
evening the odds of dying alone
NOON 20
blank pages . . .
the poet turns over
a new leaf
recipe
for disaster –
her eyes
ascending
Mount Taranaki . . .
summer heat
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