The Dopia
Grove upon grove Of olive trees Just growing Into an eternity Returning from antiquity A thousand years Or more Ancient gnarled entwined Their delightful purple harvest Fruits of the gods The olives Ready for the press The olive grove
The Wild Dogs
“Three A pack of wild dogs Feral scavengers Yet not aggressive Loveable in fact Under coats of dust and dirt Lie two Trusting large brown eyes Yet crafty canine eyes Under a cover of partial mistrust Likeable to look at Barking howling Squealing Asking “Where is my food?” They bark to the Ferals on the […]
Dove and water
Clear water A dove drinks A caress of raindrops As she flutters Beneath the cascade Of cold water There just for her As she relishes her Cool drink With seed in abundance Lying on a dry earth She perches there Quietly cooing Now replete
The honey guide bird
With the cries of the birds Perhaps the honey-guide I come across a flounce of red flowers In a pearlescent dusk The bees must have a name for it Lazy-blowing fragrance Of the carnation border They must have a name for it too In bee language Honey flowers Here and there More and more As […]
Haiku, Anne, 4
From under a camphor tree Was given to me A tiny maiden flower
Haiku, Anne, 2
One hears the cuckoo Singing about the peony Near the temple dome
The Harvest Moon
The harvest moon When summer loses its pace with life A time of quiet contemplation Autumn And fragrant hills Beyond Have you seen the harvest moon? The moon that is full Before an autumnal equinox Before summer ends When flowers die Trees are gold Russet, yellow And when the smell Of burning wood Lingers […]
Rose Wall or The Close of the Day
Near a shady wall A rose once blossomed Fair and tall she grew And through a gap Her tendril crept To dream Of what might lie On the other side She breathed out Her fragrance more and more It was no different On the other side Still she grew there Near the shady wall Just […]
Spirit of the apple tree
Spirit of the apple tree Smile down on me Ethereal apple tree Old and gnarled Stands with ancient boughs Burdened down with fruit High up Tremulous arms Out splayed beseechingly Spirit of the apple tree Old and gnarled With your drapes of gossamer Webs of the spider Sails swaying in the breeze And your old bark […]
A Temperate Clime
Palm fronds gently fingering the wind Branches swaying in the breeze of night Feral cats climb tree trunks Of tufted fibrous bark Only to be told The sea is behind you Small boats bobbing on an ocean A galleon – dolphin watching, An inaccessible horizon Do the boats fall from the edge?