Nest on High - Haiku

a home built on high

soon became a nursery

summer remnants

Outage

A clear, crisp night

snow covering the ground,

when silence is shattered

as a boom rocks the home

and darkness falls swiftly.

Electronics case their on-mode

and a chill permeates

through out the house.

Candles are lit,

another layer of woolens donned,

hot chocolate brewed and I wait...

Odd the street lamps remain lit

giving off a ghostly glow

while darkness covers the hood.

I want to burrow in bed

wrapped in blankets

yet there are clocks to reset,

alarms too, and reading by LED

removes the pleasure

of easing into slumber

yet I sit and ponder by candlelight.

Choir in the Hood

After two days of monsoon rain

neighbours exited their homes

into brilliant sunshine and blue skies.

Soon after, those who sat out the rain,

staring out windows, watching the blizzard of leaves,

stood tall with one of the most annoying

contraptions ever invented...

the leaf blower.

Surrounded by the most gawd awful whirrr

I inserted ear plugs and grabbed a rake.

Humming, if only to drown out the noise ,

I wondered why? You rake, and pick up

those fallen so why not enjoy the zen.

After hours of listening my ears ache, my teeth ache.

And I'm two house away from the nearest Blower Baron.

I can't imagine what their heads feel like.

Perhaps I'll don my miners light and rake

under the moonlight in the still and quietness

of becoming one with autumns fallen.

Samhain - Haiku

Samhains passing with

revellery in autumns leaves,

silence surrounds stones

Ode to the Wind-chimes

Teak rondelle and hammered copper tubes,

well threaded together creating harmonia;

the chimes hang from the pergola

and over the Pond, ever ready

to sing its song during the seasons...

Sing me a song

this warm summer day

when your elements clash,

metal against wood,

foretelling storms arrival

Sing me a song

this chilly autumn eve

as frost kissed leaves fall

silently weaving a carpet

of forest colours

Sing me a song

this bitter winter night

when your chimes,

frozen dull and hard,

remind me of summer breezes

Sing me a song

this refreshing spring afternoon

with tubes warmed by the sun

and once more I savour

your music of life...