Tag Archives: Haiku

on rain

with tails turned windward
gulls hunch shoulders, form huddle
gusts tug at mastheads

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CLP 20/01/2022

on dawn

grass sparks, smoulders, smokes
brittle chaffinch call echoes
night's pale shroud lifted

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CLP 20/01/2022

on light

I rose to meet her
she winked at me through thin trees
lost her by sunrise

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n.b. The full, silver moon led me across town before slipping away – a merry, chilly dance!

CLP 18/01/2022

on light

tune into new day
Sun tweaks its colour settings
birdsong audible

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n.b. Without the dampening affect of full foliage the morning is a pretty noisy time of day, particularly now that there is no lockdown in England and traffic on the bypass and into the city centre is increasingly heavy.

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CLP 12/01/2022

on flight

starlings stir up dusk
sky's grey palette liquified
fish out of water

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n.b. A photograph cannot capture the wonder of starlings numbering hundreds or thousands flying in a free-wheeling flock, a mumuration. Yesterday, late afternoon, Great Yarmouth; the magic of flight, the joy of collective effort, the beauty of life.

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CLP 09/01/2022

on light

precious metal
take me to bathe in sunshine
swim in heaven's blue

n.b. This is not Australia, a land of beautiful light; this is England, where such brilliance is a gift.

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CLP 09/01/2022

on time

sooner and later
edges of day stretch apart
cast light into gloom

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n.b. The shift is noticeable, not just the steadily extending day, but the intensity of light seems to increase as the Sun’s daily arc moves toward the centre of the northern sky’s canopy.

CLP 07/01/2022

on water

winter leaf litter
fuels seasonal fungi growth
expose concrete bloom

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n.b. Nice that many of Norfolk’s water towers were situated in woodland in deference to local aesthetic sensibilities. Their increased visibility after the leaf-fall sits neatly with the natural cycle of mushrooms; hence the design, I suppose.

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CLP 03/01/2022

on time

clock hands coincide
alcohol, fireworks, bagpipes
relentless orbit

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n.b. A fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things. Our solar system wheels on through the Universe, no looking back.

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CLP 01/01/2022

on birdsong

frost feathers windscreens
sharp lunarian light
blackbird's confusion

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n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises.

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CLP 22/12/2021