As one chapter closes,
a set of images linger...
linger like rain over mint leaves.
Clouds take their own time
for changing orientations,
ripples on a lake
distort their faces.
A rainbow hangs on the edge of a cliff,
one blue heron crosses me
on its way home.
Near the night’s shore
a careless breeze
plays with grass-tips.
Moist air
Moist air
The lure of fog
lies in its hesitancy.
Its delicate presence
softly dissolves
a hedge of rhododendrons.
Did she leave her smiles
sprinkled over drowsy shrubs?
Will I get to see
that green caterpillar again,
or find a silken cocoon instead,
by the time sunshine returns?
Passerines echo half-asleep whispers
in an indistinct morning.
The lure of fog
lies in its hesitancy.
Its delicate presence
softly dissolves
a hedge of rhododendrons.
Did she leave her smiles
sprinkled over drowsy shrubs?
Will I get to see
that green caterpillar again,
or find a silken cocoon instead,
by the time sunshine returns?
Passerines echo half-asleep whispers
in an indistinct morning.
Ageing (Haiku)
two parakeets
in cozy chat
last spring
the trees empty--
another silver hair
on my left brow
in cozy chat
last spring
the trees empty--
another silver hair
on my left brow
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