April 2016
a butterfly
not a leaf left
by the wind
moon charmed
the Kaipara harbours
God's presence
the moon
within a sliver
of shadow
rustic moon –
my hidden self leaves
the city
light relief from dawn to dusk
morning mass –
light presses down
as manna
fog-bound
light takes on
an overtone
of words
morning fog
I feel my way through
past, present or future
skylark song
gone now – a bird
unburdened
season of fog
and mould'ring fruitfulness . . .
what sound my song now?
autumn sea –
a Maui's dolphin skirts
the sixth extinction
in a rut
a haiku caterwauls
for its mate
cherry blossoms –
a cool cat reformulates
the familiar
a tomcat
trots out unseasonal references
at the witching hour
moonless night –
spiders search out
for my heart
dew-fall night without the moon
angelus bell –
the flesh tone
of my limits
a feijoa's sublime nymphomania of words
mountain fog –
an aberrant will
forking paths
tonight's moon
and something new
under the sun
a battered butterfly stalks dead blooms
ancient wisdom –
helplessly age succumbs
to extinction
star-struck night –
on earth the light shed
to banish them
burnt haiku
escape their failings
as they rise
in a mosquito's buzz
the strand of my thoughts
pierces hers
before leaf shed the plumage light retains
autumn wind
deepening the sound of
an empty bottle
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