Sunday, May 17, 2009

Pussy Willows: 18 haiku poems


O the last day in May
It soon comes our way

Spring fever compels the Flaneur to a voluptuary's pursuit of poetry.

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Alone in a courtyard
a hummingbird drinks rain drops
on the fly





Alongside the creek
light reflects on shady trees
so real so unreal





Hot wind in the firs
that red amid the green brush
golf ball bumble bee





A loop of birdsong
rhododendron round-about
all the leaves have eyes





2007


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Purple chalk powder
accumulates to the west
illusory sky





Louder than the sea
wild wind in the tall pines
everything moves





Huge clouds billow
over the welling green hills
'danger falling cones'





A fallen flower
dangling in a spider's web
interests the cat





Two bright lady bugs
revolve on blue balustrade
vacant lot smells fennel





Stoned alone in church
like a wonder-cabinet
deep silent prayer





Morning glories bob
birds hurdy-gurdy the trees
forget I'm outdoors





A heat-wave in May
magenta arabesque clouds
lone bat passes by





The leaky faucet
a wee bird knows to drink from
all for survival





A crow flies over
with a bird bone in its beak
business is business





2008


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Cats listen to birds
and hear the carillon bells
but not as music





Bench under the bells
a panoply of teardrops
valley in the clouds





The bat cat out back
hunts bugs in semi-darkness
friday night traffic





Behind our chapel
the deepest scent of roses
in a deep red whorl






2009



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