Armistice

For the second day, my grandfather clock chimes eleven discordantly with the deeper, more sonorous notes of Big Ben.

For the second day, I notice mild irritation in my mind, and for the second time it is followed by a wry smile -  as my heart recognises the way discord only seems appropriate ...

Taraloka haikus October 2023

Tuesday

Halted for a while

beneath the whispering tree *

pilgrim soul am I

(*aspen tremulens)

Wednesday

6.30am

Taraloka bell

rain spatters the skylight, and

I turn to the wall

Thursday

Ah, life! wanting things 

to be other than they are

- unaccountable heart

Friday

I'm watching a wren

living its huge, bustling life

in my little world

Saturday

All night the rain fell

and the morning world is dark

- my wild heart singing

Morning

Only the moment-

red kite hangs in hazy blue

sky and sea dissolve

Solstice haiku

Midsummer grasses

honeysuckle through the breeze

my dusty footsteps

Taraloka dawn

Heard the cuckoo call

sunlight on mist-drenched meadows

silent blessings fall