samhain

There is a fine line between night and light

as the portal opens during samhain

when souls depart seeking lost loved ones

dancing in the shadows of bonfires.

Weather worn tree branches

create shadows upon the landscape,

gnarled tips reach out to the sky

tempting the solo night flyers

who have escaped the netherworld

braving the light of the night as I.

Were my soul to depart during this eve

I wish it to spark the fire upon the hill

and dance in the flames lighting the sky

warming this soul until early morning light.

Death or Life - Haiku

the battle of death

in a forgotten graveyard,

life is the victor

Happy Samhain  

Look into my eyes

It appears one of the neighbourhood dittie dats has taken a liking to perching herself on the veranda.   At least she coordinates with the pot of mums.   She was trying to play with the hanging glass balls but they are inside.  Silly dittie dat. 

Drum - Haiku

autumns fingertips

thrump in red, orange and yellow,

seasonal heart beats

Follow the beats to Haiku Horizons

She plants

Following a familiar path,

one she could walk with eyes closed,

her trowel in one hand

and a bag of daffies in the other

she pauses at a clump of leaves,

have I planted in this spot,

she ponders.

Stooping to feel the damp earth

her fingers dig into the soil

grasping a handful to determine

it its been worked in the last month,

feeling the hardness of soil.

Deeper and deeper the trowel digs

creating a hole double wide,

bulbs are gently placed into their winter home

closer than instructions instruct, after all

they are written from another continent.

Back filling with sand and home made compost

her tiny feet trample the spot

while the watering can soaks the newly planted

refraining from sticks and signs

leaving the surprise and joy

of a colourful welcome to spring

she believes.