Friday, October 31, 2014


There is a fine line between night and light
as the portal opens during samhain
when souls depart seeking lost loved ones
dancing in the shadows of bonfires.

Weather worn tree branches
create shadows upon the landscape,
gnarled tips reach out to the sky
tempting the solo night flyers
who have escaped the netherworld
braving the light of the night as I.

Were my soul to depart during this eve
I wish it to spark the fire upon the hill
and dance in the flames lighting the sky
warming this soul until early morning light.

Death or Life - Haiku

the battle of death
in a forgotten graveyard,
life is the victor

Happy Samhain  

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Look into my eyes

It appears one of the neighbourhood dittie dats has taken a liking to perching herself on the veranda.   At least she coordinates with the pot of mums.   She was trying to play with the hanging glass balls but they are inside.  Silly dittie dat. 

Monday, October 13, 2014

Drum - Haiku

autumns fingertips
thrump in red, orange and yellow,
seasonal heart beats

Follow the beats to Haiku Horizons

Friday, October 10, 2014

She plants

Following a familiar path,
one she could walk with eyes closed,
her trowel in one hand
and a bag of daffies in the other
she pauses at a clump of leaves,
have I planted in this spot,

she ponders.

Stooping to feel the damp earth
her fingers dig into the soil
grasping a handful to determine
it its been worked in the last month,
feeling the hardness of soil.

Deeper and deeper the trowel digs
creating a hole double wide,
bulbs are gently placed into their winter home
closer than instructions instruct, after all
they are written from another continent.

Back filling with sand and home made compost
her tiny feet trample the spot
while the watering can soaks the newly planted
refraining from sticks and signs
leaving the surprise and joy
of a colourful welcome to spring

she believes.