softly treading
a shag pile carpet ...
dream lover


 

laurel wreath ...
a poet dusts
away words


 

wasted breath -
exhaling words
all at once


 

birds of prey
feathering their nests ...
advent greed


 

bearing up
under the beams
of love


morning praise ...
out of the mouths
of babes


 

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Elijah once needed to escape the burning sun, just as he needed to escape the burning anger of Jezebel and find shelter under a small tree. The Holy Land is a land of little shade. People there prized shade and identified it with the presence of God.

 

in the shade
of a peppertree
I am who I am


 

moon viewing ...
the cool air sipped
between clouds


 

in spite of
the weather forecast ...
morning rain


 

entering
the human heart ...
advent light


 

ascending
Mount Taranaki ...
summer heat


 

recipe
for disaster ...
her eyes


 

blank pages ...
the poet turns over
a new leaf


 

evening the odds of dying alone


 

ancient light
rendering a statue
featureless


 

early birds
summoning colour ...
wordless chant


 

bridal haiku ...
the poet strips away
excess words


shivers
up my spine ...
her eyes


 

praying mantis ...
a priest seeks mercy
on his knees


 

lonely moth,
I too seek shelter
from the night


 

feeding
a mosquito -
just one


 

has the sun
come to a standstill too?
lingering heat


 

white Christmas?
the pohutukawa
bleeds colour


 

taking flesh ...
the words of mystery
we caress


 

days stretch into
the fullness of summer
but still ...


oily light
skids off the ngaio ...
sultry afternoon


 

lightning ...
the flash of thunder
before it sounds


 

all this rain
as if something will change ...
the year ends


 

swaying trees -
the sound of music
within us


 

skipping
the light fandango -
new year shift


 

aha
another year
atishoo


monkey
in the middle ...
shadow dance


still the sparkle
in a father's eyes ...
whispered haiku


 

and yet
through her fingers
time without end


imagine that ...
the unfolding night
between stars


 

ahh moonlight!
this is the gift
she loved


ebbing tide ...
dusk brims over
my shadow


 

stillness ...
the tug of daylight
withdrawing


 

life lessons
the gap between
two headstones


 

dying light ...
come share my Ardbeg
wayward midge


 

first rays . . .
sunlight awakens
the valley
how can the hills contain
all that lies beyond?