Paiku

Mischievous thistledown
Skipping behind
The man with the white beard

 

Sun and I
Look each other in the eye
Before parting

Day's warm air
Leaning against
My night wall

Kneeling
To gather raspberries
I find a sudden jungle

Wide puddle
Today's one chance
To walk on sky

 

This morning's road:
Torn pigeon
Splintered hawthorn
Broken rabbit

Dancing stoat
A delerious scribble
On the dawn tarmac

Slugs
Either side of the path
With business on the other

Old man on a park bench
Beams at his new shoes;
The storm clouds shuffle closer

 

I carry
Cool water
Upstream

Murmuring of distance
A silver aeroplane
Scratches the evening blue

The path is wider
And the wild strawberries
Are gone

Fleeing badger
Leaves the beanstalks
Swaying and swaggering

 

Crow’s comment
And its echo

Divide a sodden valley

I open
My moonlit wardrobe
To find the moonlight inside

[written for Haiku Bandit's July 2009 Moon Viewing Party]

Beer-bottle beacon
Brings tattooed reveller
Spluttering ashore

Disconsolate pigeons
Hunch between slate roof
And the coming storm

 

Under a dripping arch
Slow scum
Circles sullen water

The wet grass
Is wetter
Than the rain