Saturday, November 30, 2019

Nest on High - Haiku

a home built on high
soon became a nursery
summer remnants

Friday, November 29, 2019


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.

Saturday, November 09, 2019

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.

Friday, November 01, 2019

Samhain - Haiku

Samhains passing with
revellery in autumns leaves,
silence surrounds stones

Saturday, October 26, 2019

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...