The clock ticks: January haiku 2012

her journals
have been deleted
so she’s gone

6/1/12


I keep ignoring
the smart-arse
why doesn’t he leave?

#lune

11/1/12


the clock ticks
he is tired again
and lies down

13/1/12


green cacti
rotted by mould
the black spot

20/1/12


Dragon’s blood incense
powerful for this New Year
the Water Dragon.

23/1/12


quiet
when the rain pauses
waiting

27/1/12

Wet Spring: December haiku 2011

wet Spring
my parsley dies
anyway

1/12/11


fairytale mountains
misty in the crevices
outlines floating clear

2/12/11


Who comes silently
in the rain
glimpsed as a shadow?

5/12/11


the day is over
told the truth
and we all survived

**********************

he goes to bed now
head aching
a long kiss goodnight

#lunes

9/12/11


full moon eclipse night
overcast
we’re early to bed

#lune

10/12/11


sleeping cat
paw covering eye
‘Do Not Disturb’

16/12/11


the atheists
have all the best arguments
come to the same end

18/12/11


at SummerSolstice
all I ask of the Goddess
is my darling’s health

22/12/11


a quiet circle
as two old people
observe the Solstice

the earth quakes
a cyclone threatens
we breathe deep

guided by instinct
we pray for balance
and a good outcome

23-4/12/11


I read poetry
quietly
the porridge burns

*****************

when I was four
my first naked pink earthworm
so alien I ran screaming

28/12/11


poetry workshops
in Pentridge Prison
time of my life

(Details)

29/12/11



no Christmas greeting
yet no obituary
for her a new year?

31/12/11

Oh Summer, Summer! November haiku 2011

early morning
yells and slamming doors
arouse the street

11/11/11


I dance to Janis
Me & Bobby McGee
and my broom

12/11/11


morning
cats and coffee
wake me

18/11/11


frothy ocean
the tangy smell of spray
oh Summer, Summer!

25/11/11

Seasonal Colours

1

across the world

the waning days of Fall

are inspiring poets

brown leaves,

gold, orange and red

variations of light

2

in my garden

late Spring presents

mystery

I remember

orange blooms cascading

down the fence

now on those vines

white flowers with crimson centres

flare and drop 

the others

were winter flowers

startling

these new

delicate blossoms

embody Spring

it must be

that different vines

entangle

Submitted for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank #73.

I'm indebted to the prompt for some of the (stolen) phrases in 1. 
The autumn leaf picture by Ella Wilson comes from there too.