fading light


fading light…

pink-footed geese wade

into the sun


The Heron’s Nest, volume 13, number 4, December 2011


a straggler

on the winding path…

wild honeysuckle



childhood memories –

pointing out the cuckoo-spit

on mother’s roses



lambs in the shade

of the twisted oak –

your many faces


A Hundred Gourds


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Brian
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 04:29:32

    “A feast of fat things”. This is the deep attraction of haiku for me, image-monger that I am. I feel I am following those webbed feet into the sun, sitting among the mirroring faces of lambs, trailing “stragglers”, moving among your mother’s last roses and my late survivors.

    I now know it is you who are the disembodied chanticleer under my solitary elm. And look! You have brought me the snow all winter-born babies love! Will you not not also appear under that same linden, crowned with a wreath of holly lit by candles on the darkest night of the year? I will be watching.

    Beautiful poems.


    • Claire
      Dec 07, 2011 @ 11:04:38

      Every one of your comments is pure poetry! A chanticleer. Oh, the synchronicities abound! (if you could see some of my recent poems…and in time, you will)

      such songs as these
      when silence pricks up her ears
      from a lyre-moon
      a ballad of snowflakes
      plucked for the hoof-heart tread

      For Brian, with love and thanks


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