Haiku

Harbinger

Dawn. A south wind. Leaves
tap the glass. The rain drops in
monosyllables.

(15 February 2015)


Two mornings in a row, the leaves of the Cordyline banksii outside my window have awakened me early. Wellington’s summer has been fine and warm, so these few cool days, with their southerly air flow, seem like a harbinger of autumn.
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Agitato

Fingers twitch: music
– trapped, imprisoned, frantic now –
postulates escape.

(29 January 2015)

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White tea

White tea in clear glass,
pale gold, fragrant bergamot,
tongue tastes apricot.

(02 November 2012)

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Feeding the birds

Wind-blown blossoms far
outnumber my breadcrumbs; the
sparrows are not fooled.

(30 October 2012)

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Ensō

ensō [eagle eye]

ensō [eagle eye]

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Offering you … what?
I’m open, empty, full of
possibilities.

(31 July 2012,
published 03 August 2012)

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Wrong!

There’s nothing wrong with
being wrong. Just as well – I
do it all the time.

(13 March 2012,
published 17 June 2012)

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Multiverse

contours (05 Jan 2012)

contours (05 Jan 2012)

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Wherever we look
we see what is not there … thus
we create our world.

(21 May 2012,
revised 10 June 2012)

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