Drought

The dry earth coughs up dust storms

While cattle scratch at the brownness,

Their tongues having forgotten

The sweetness of green grass.

But the sky is closed up like

a heart that has borne much pain,

And the clouds hold back the rain

As though in just retribution.

Would it be that the mewling of

slaughtered beasts and the gasps

of dying fish rose up from the earth

in pangs of collective wailing?

It could be that the heavens have

a thousand ears and a million eyes?

Maybe Nature communes with itself

In a language we have stopped hearing.

~~~

Wrote a poem after a long time. Australia is experiencing drought for 6 years. Cattle are dying and farmers are committing suicide.

AUTUMN -Haiku

Autumn comes russet-

robed. Gold in her hair. The sound 

of departing wings.

~~~

Autumn outside my window

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The dance

I wake up to dancing dappled sunlight.

The sky has forgotten
last night's thunderstorm.
But not the mother bird
whose nest has fallen.

Yet seeds will sprout at that spot
among the knitted twigs
and broken egg shells.

Life moves from form to form.

I only need to sit back and
watch the play of illusions.

Like the playful sunbeams
dancing gaily on my face.

~~~ ~~~

The Rainstorm

The wind howled through the night flinging raindrops against windowpanes and bending trees. The rain came and went like noisy guests partying on the rooftop. Needless to say, I didn't sleep. I lay there listening to the music of the heavens and conjuring up haiku. 😀


THE RAINSTORM

Thousands of berserk
horses leaping through the night.
I, drenched in rapture.

Seams of bulging clouds
Crackling bursting through the night.
I, cross stitched with joy.

A wet wind howls a
Sad litany through the night.
I, mute with delight.

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Today, the sun is out and my front yard is looking freshly washed and happily smiling :D

😀

The alchemist

Alchemist - haiku

grass growing on Earth's 

brow. green on brown. the sun must 

be an alchemist

~~~

Day

Day - tanka

The sun slides across

the skin of the day in a

hot, searing caress.

What can I do but sigh in

voluptuous contentment?

~~~

NaPoWriMo 23 - Autumn

For day 23, a haibun.

AUTUMN

As I enjoy the colours of autumn, it also reminds me to let go of old paradigms, worn and tattered beliefs, past-its-expiry-date relationships, outdated concepts that no longer serve. Yes, it's hard. For don't we all love the old and comfy, whether it be things or thoughts. The security blanket of the tried and tested.

Autumn sings hymns of
dissolution. Quiet death.
Spring smiling sleeps.

So, just like trees need to let go of the old and dying, lay bare their branches and go through a period of rest and slumber, for new buds to spring forth and life to begin anew, we need to empty ourselves of the old and outworn, so that life can replenish us with the fresh and the new.

~~~

NaPoWriMo 22 - Homecoming

For NaPoWriMo 22, a poem celebrating Earth Day.

Homecoming - tanka

It is always  pure
pleasure. Walking on grass, leaves, 
the bare-bodied earth.

As though my body-soul knows 
it has come home to Mother.

~~~

NaPoWriMo 2 - Treeless

For day 2 of NaPoWriMo I tried my hand at a tautogram.

TREELESS (tautogram)

Today,
the tree talked
through
truncated torso,
torn twigs,

telling traumatised tales too
terrifyingly true.

Terrible
treeless
terrorscapes.

~~~

Sunset - haiga

Sensuous Sundays - Leaves

Leaves - haiga

Dear God

Dear rain

Dusk - tanka

the day ripens from 

pale yellow to bright orange

into dusk's bowl falls

someplace else a fresh dawn blooms

in my garden, night jasmine

~~~

Absence- haiku

It rained all day and
Through the night. But I only
Heard your absence

___

NEW YEAR’S DAY

Lying on a hammock under

trees brimming with summer

I gaze at the undersides of leaves

and birds’ nests. An inverted

green dome.  A cathedral of calm.

Caressed by breezes laced with

the fragrance of wood smoke,

jasmine and river-breath. Trees

drop their leaves and birds their

song. Little gifts of benediction.

The sun through the leaf-lattice

twinkles like bits of broken, yellow

glass, like the deity in a stained

glass window, playful not solemn,

playing hide-and-seek with me.

Blissfully unaware, unmindful

that on its third satellite the

inhabitants have broken time

into pieces and labelled them

for convenience and celebration.

And so, we send fireworks into

the air and make resolutions,

forgetting, quite ungratefully 

it is the fireball in the sky that

got us through yet another orbit.

~~~

Sensuous Sundays - leaf magic

Leaf magic - haiku

a wind caressed leaf

breathes out a green magic

worlds dance inside me

~~~

Sensuous Sundays - Kiwifruit

Kiwi fruit - haiku

mini bursts of

sunshine turn into honey

did I hear a bee?

~~~ 

image source - internet

Sensuous Sundays - Fresh sheets

Fresh sheets - haiku

lying on sheets, crisp

with sunlight, redolent of

sky and fragrant winds

~~~

Sensuous Sundays - Wildflowers

Wildflowers - haiku


raindrops on my face,
pinpricks of cool. Like tiny
desert wildflowers

~~~