March 2016
a leaf
alert at last
in autumn rain
on cue
a line-up
of falling leaves
selfie-bait
t(w)ittering behind
fanned fingers
wine-dark eyes . . .
across a drunken sea
purpling grapes
autumn rise . . .
rustles of the past
in the wind
after the fall
fifty shades
of pink
autumn morn . . .
a monarch rises up
its gibbet
there where i am no longer
morning light
a good day to die
to oneself
a race memory relaxes into its present tense
autumn rain . . .
I write myself out
of my haiku
breath pause . . .
a moment's suspension
in monotones
tapping still
against my eye-lids
cave-red palms
trumpet rally
evangelicals summon
their golden calf
nothing more
the ever-presence
death evades
mud-baked
a phantom dwelling
under the basho
within
without a breath
dead words
autumn leaves
not now but then
when winter comes
a song
in the making
of its silence
so soon
the earth blooms
dead leaves
holy fire,
burn away the seeming
of dream-rise
breaking even
the equinox splits
our differences
a shadow seeps
from a stream in the trees
the silence of God
for Franz Wright (18 March - on the birthday he didn't see)
in the light
from which light casts
a mere shadow
for Svetlana Marisova (17 March - on what would have been her 26th birthday)
nowhere to go
the colour of forgetting
dark room
the image of a leaf
as it fell
maris turbati –
quiescet super Sado
via lactea
reinterpreting a hokku by Basho
stormy sea –
brooding over Sado
the milky way
reinterpreting a hokku by Basho
autumn issue . . .
haiku guardians
litter pathways
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