A cold rainy day: haiku for September 2007

6/9/07:

A cold rainy day.
Darting across the wet road
one sudden swallow.

******

Furled umbrellas
gathered in a basket –
unopened blossoms.


13/9/07:

I begin to write
his elegy, the husband
dead these thirteen years.

***

Suddenly it's warm.
The season rouses at last,
comes fully awake.

***

For my god-daughter Mikaela

You have turned sixteen.
That laughing baby I held
had these same bright eyes.


21/9/07:

The river sparkles
smooth and glassy, undisturbed.
No swimmers. But soon ...


28/9/07:

Listen to the wind!
How it sobs in the white waves
and sighs in the trees.


29/9/07:

The beach at nightfall.
Out there, whales play hide-and-seek,
flipping their high tails.


© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007