There’s A Quiet Joyousness

There’s a quiet joyousness
In these rites of Spring,
The cuckoo and the pigeon’s breast,
Seasons on a wing.

Dawn chorus is my necklace,
Morning dew my rings,
Sublime the geese-calls overhead,
Divine the dew-blade sings.

My needs no more than gods would bless,
I know I’m better off,
With sun and moon, a place to rest,
All other gains are lost.

Haiku #390 – #393


Drizzle days, this cage
Is rusty, of aged metal.
Make me next petalled.


Duck dreams in stomachs;
We could have built such systems
For love, and kindness.


But we built instead
Blind slaughterhouses.
I’ll sit beneath blooms


Of cherry blossom;
You are never forgotten,
Merely different.

Fifth Sonnet

When returning, ride returning stronger,
When you stay, please stay a little longer;
The hearts of your new path will peal their bells,
Don’t dress your words for words don’t walk on shells.
Subdue blades of blue contemporaries,
You’re viewed with pride from our Hesperides;
You overcame the pitfalls of the second spells,
Exhumed the runes of youth from ancient wells.
History held out their liability,
Unbeknown, all the batons were empty;
The words from their spaces came tumbling down,
To write of rings and a white wedding gown.
So when you stay, rest a little longer;
May Love’s horse return you, ever stronger.