2010 – May 2011

hemispheres apart –

need landline not a mobile

my talk disrupted

 

song of a tui

like light refracting through glass

tuneful rainbow

 

intoxication

thickly perfuming the air

the jasmine flowers

 

blooming red summer

flaming pohutakowa

rest time for the heart

 

syrupy song

of a skylark’s offering

trickles from the sky

 

does the pavement bleed?

as curled up bundle of limbs

says “leave me – I’m fine”

 

a grave grows a tree

sameness of life and death

leaves now yellowing

 

tears form in his eyes

father now so close to death

mother’s fart consoles

 

a party in pink

hedgerows strewn with popcorn

oh those perky peonies

 

Manuka flowers

winter’s night will be warmer

no need for Jim jams

 

illusory heat –

melting yellow creates haze

field of buttercups

 

autumn leaves outside

Mount Albert Memorial Hall

autumn leaves inside

 

while petals wither

new growth already shows through

chamomile flowers

 

no more bananas

from this old dead saintly tree

closing Basho’s work

 

downloaded iku

medical emergency

haiku addiction

 

kingfisher calls

fledgling away from nest

it is resting time

 

shimmering sunshine

dandelion trampoline

bouncing bees bob

 

confetti shower

where is the wedding party?

Kanuka blossom

 

Without a meeting

heavy rain from darkened cloud

would keep me in bed

 

heated seat morning

air conditioned afternoon

carport in autumn

 

bird song in the fall

succeeds in entertaining

smile on my face

 

homeless man says I

“belong in a museum”

London underground

 

I want to devour

yet still to find a lover

who likes rice pudding

 

evergreen winter

southern hemisphere

seasons disobey

 

she wanted honey

mistaken I heard ‘money’

friendship is funny

 

will you not let go

of your grasping attachment

windscreen pine needle?

 

this British expat

experiences longing

for tinned mushy peas

 

smell of fresh cut grass

stirring childhood memories

finest olive oil

 

nothing to convey

feelings too strong for haiku

should not write at all

 

checking the mail box

this season’s neighbor greets me

cold air of winter

 

my marriage lasted

until ‘Midsummer Murders’

fourteenth series end

 

time to zipper up

waiting for eggs benedict

open cafe door

 

waterlogged garden

makes unattractive viewing

I must be demure

 

to wait on a word

delayed gratification

this haiku

 

an airport meeting?

concerned thought follows my joy

smell of my arm pits?

 

I’m snuggled in bed

doves cooing incessantly

allow me some peace

 

across hemispheres

how different the seasons

yet our talk the same

 

not enough water

parasol covered birdbath

poor bathing blackbird

 

I am determined

to put this mind to good use

even on Mondays

 

flying maneuvers

in a small two seater plane

appreciate life

 

losing it’s centre

stomach’s gravity lurches

as plane peels away

 

temperature change

is it autumn or winter?

watching seasons turn

 

beginingless time

we are just recycled stars

from a time before

 

this petite female does not require rescuing!

Doubt asks

“or do you?”

 

far too tired to cry

so I thank the pouring rain

for weeping for me

 

do not worry bee

there’s honey left for winter

you’ll not go hungry

 

reaching my full height

as a sunflower in light

awake at your sight

 

like tightrope walking

I’m always searching for my

equilibrium

 

nothing absolute

there is just uncertainty

where are my car keys?

 

a twilight viewing

house for sale looks attractive

even in this rain

 

painting on lounge wall

our honeymoon location

how to divide it?

 

cat intelligence

they dig a hole, do business,

then they recover

 

fear, hurt, loneliness

recovered memories that

mind once protected

 

unfamiliar place

visiting for the first time

will it become home?

 

where are fallen leaves

for blackbirds to toss around?

evergreen garden

 

exfoliation

her sandpaper like skin will

perhaps now be smooth

 

sickly sycamore

once held in your branches but

I’m a child no more

 

landing site is sought

hovering over fresh fields

long flat bottomed cloud

 

rural night journey

lit village getting closer

looks like fairy lights

 

literate lion

with such muddled homonyms

is stroking his main

 

on the horizon

vanishing point becomes space

river flow meets sea

 

a teacher’s bonus

passing examination

the weakest student

 

issue with skyping

sticky fingers on my screen

wanting to touch you

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