122.
Without winter’s mirror,
For the first time by this lake
I saw myself as I am.
Month: January 2017
Haiku #121
121.
The world is revolving
Inside the stomach of a fish,
Its smile three universes wide.
Haiku #117 – #120
117.
Many raindrops against glass,
Sometimes it takes longer
To disprove what is false.
118.
Frazzled willow,
Stripped winter,
I will break through the barriers of myself.
119.
This same stormy gale
A thousand years in the making,
Why should it be any different now.
120.
Rosemary on the window sill
Strains to be cooked,
Itch’s source demands to be scratched.
Haiku #115 – #116
115.
Splurging surge of yellow,
Petals form a chorus
Advanced for its season.
116.
Drunk with death,
I attest to how flavoured
I became by my self detest.
Haiku #114
114.
Lawn is not snow’s secret,
But aching the grass waits
For the accolades of Spring.
Haiku #113
113.
Solitary tree in winter,
No greenery to cry into.
Leaves with erroneous decodings.
Haiku #111 – #112
111.
The sky’s pods return,
Pregnant with thoughts
Born on other islands.
112.
Fears anchored in thoughts,
Black waves move unseen
In the absence of moonlight.
Haiku #110
110.
I noticed the votive candle’s
Closed petals, shaped like a lotus,
As it harboured the snows outside.
Haiku #107 – #109
107.
I left as Him
But returned
As Me.
108.
Like limpets clinging
To rocks in my stomach,
Winter barks like a toad.
109.
Winter grey aches.
I clean the house
Because there is dirt.
