Long life lines laying
Open. Our origin of
Growing golden grain
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A new day a new haiku
Long life lines laying
Open. Our origin of
Growing golden grain
Bumble through flowers
Existence both name and game
Eyes of five compound
After the fire you
Still bear the same name. Black buds
Hide Winter’s bare shame
Your ancient trunk haunts
Every sacred cemetery
With poison berries
Frothy as pea soup
Our view hidden in thick clouds
Gloomy translucence
I climb, clamber, creep,
Viridescent foliage
You can’t keep me down
Impure cloudy white
Cold, brittle and slippery
Easily broken
Though these walls may change
Inside I remain the same
Wingless grounded still
Push me, pull me out
Move me, flip me, twist me round
Turn me upside down
Sheets of sharp ice smashed
Shattered skin, scatters and skims
The gulf between us
Uncovering logs
At the bottom of the stack
Hidden memories
We ride through the trees
Our wheels flying fast and free
Until Autumn leaves
An hourglass filled
With all the sand in the world
Would not be enough
Wind and rain denied
We decide to hide inside
Beside the fireside
These leaves once so bright
Saturated with decay
Wilt into worm food
In Wellington boots
Dodge scattered sunny showers
We hide in our hoods
Layer on layer
Covering five years mistakes
Becoming lighter
No sun, no moonlight
No milk, no teeth, no furnace
Whiter than this snow
Silent sulphur pool
Slipping into rivulets
Carry me away
Waterfalls rushing
Running over the weir sill
Rippling roaring rains
Sharp straight blades gleam bright
Winter’s cold hard grip takes hold
Dew melts in sunlight
Quiet morning breeze
Playing on the lily pads
Shaky reflections
Castles, dragons, gold
Created so easily
The power of words
