Thursday, September 22, 2011

Odour of Winter

Golden leaves rip through the stirring breeze,
The last flurry of Autumn.
Burnished veins, dried
wrinkle the roadside
crunching together
For warmth.

Nights nip,
snap at wrists and ankles,
prickling pallid flesh.

I cradle the pale sun
staving off
the darker days
of Winter.


harvest noon
a faint drizzle falls on
shredded hayfields

autumn leaves

autumn leaves ride
windblown ripples
autumn force

rebirth senyru

on lines of a page
or artists canvas

Visit to Garnish Island, Cork, Ireland in haiku

autumn leaves
surf the waves
boat to the islands

moss covered mountains
circle a silver sea
seals basking

swirling winds
pine needles spin the sky
island day

mustard gorse
yellows shale rock face
garnish island

mustard gorse
amid beads of heather
crickets croak

knee deep in heather
the scent
so sweet

martello tower
on garnish island
carved gardens

clouds scatter
pine trees ponder
an island day

on shale rock
a fly and me

a rattling wind
through rhododendrons
trudge of gravel

waves leap the rocks
golden seaweed dangles

high winds
frill the tide
golden seaweed swirls

mist shrouds the mountains
strong scent of seaweed
blisters the bay

after a deluge
a rainbow bridges mountains
heavenly light

rhododendron wood
sunlight bounces
from wet rocks

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Autumn Crisp Day

A September chill pierces the morning
skipping briskly through my window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into the day.

The door unbolts to a bleating breeze
slicing a deep shadow on my carpet.
A silken sky blankets a steel sea,
tarnished leaves snap the briny air.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the passing scent of roses.
Sour apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened drizzle.

Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves gust garden corners,
crunching crooked for warmth.

August Lips

Lips of August winds pucker
wafting lisping leaves.
Trembling, they stutter,
flagging the breeze
on a feral day.

Distant trees
silver with sound
quake in the swirling storm.

The cat stirs,
yawns in the tempest.
Kneading paws extend,
her nose nudges my hand
ushering a new day in.

My Sarah

My Sarah

As you prepare to leave today,
I already miss you.
How fitting
that the heavens
have opened
for another tearful

I hear you in the kitchen.
The sound of you
comforts me.
Cooking is your ritual,
writing is mine.

I will immerse myself
in words
and you
will be part of them,
for you
are part of me.

What a blessing
to see the essence of me
carry through
in you.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Seasons of time

with the changing seasons.

Autumn has bitten
cutting through September,
nibbling at daylight
dousing it in darkness.

I gaze at an agitated sea
beneath a twisted sky,
the day
thick with thunder.

I am anxious

and I am once again
a little girl,
under a tree
sheltering from a storm,

terrified of being struck by lightening
of dying
in the street.

Cider morning

Proud apples sweeten
on plump leafy branches,
ripening my autumn garden
with round, fleshy fruit.

A hoarse breeze sneezes
a cider crisp morning.
Innocent as Eve,
I pluck a ripe apple for you.

I trace it’s firm russet skin
moist with tender dew.
I leave it on the kitchen table
to tempt you.

12 September 2011

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Lighthouse haiku end of August

swollen fruits
tart on the tongue
august noon

wind blown
around ancient lighthouse
scarlet butterflies

sheltered from the wind
warmth of august sun

sea breeze
whispers tales of shipwrecks
lighthouse in view

cliff top
through a swarm of black flies

marbled cliff top
wind blown views
of corn fields

smell of dung
carries in the wind
a lone black sheep

thick veins
of swollen brambles
swallows cut the sky

red hay barn
set in harvest meadows
mountains in view

august sunshine
boats silver the sea
swallows dip and soar

heather hills
beads of purple
august noon

Haiku on 1 September on the train to Dublin

flying past the train
gaze in and out

wrapped in heather hills
september noon

rolling hayfields
wrapped in sunshine
first autumn day

of magenta heather
swallows cut the breeze

city heat
head aches to the throb
of the train

foot bridge shivers
with the throb of cars
heart in my mouth