"Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!  You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you.  In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.  You were with me, but I was not with you.  Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at all.  You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.  You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.  You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you.  I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.  You touched me, and I burned for your peace." -- St Augustine Confessions
I came late in life to actually writing down words that had, for the previous six decades of my life, filled my life.  I was influenced and urged by friends to tap the underground springs of my silence using what has now been adopted from Japanese culture and gathered under the descriptive name haiku.  This writing activity has occupied much of my time over the last four years thus I can claim no mastery of the rich sparseness of word and image that the form affords.  While generally I resist the temptation to seek to publish what I produce, I do, on rare occasions, submit work to journals, anthologies and kukai.  Daily I share works in progress on Facebook where they slowly slip by in the digital deluge of chatter to oblivion. 

There remains an attachment to a three-line structure because it suits best my personal congestive breathing patterns - a tricycle rather than a bicycle or a unicycle that require good lungs and youthful fitness to manage the trick of remaining upright here.

The content of these pages consists of haiku I have written over the last few years and may be accessed by year and month from the side menu.