Friday, July 15, 2011

Winter haiku

Stepping out
morning cold
kisses my face

Overcast morning
my walk begins with
springy steps

Muddy river
memories of this year's flood
slowly receding

The old house
winter winds
rattling its bones

Sunny kitchen
the open recipe book
splattered with batter

Through the small window
a shaft of morning sunlight
sparkling bath water

Tamarillo harvest
hot jars lined up on the bench
my home-made chutney

Soft winter sunshine
a cold westerly blowing
its misery


As I walk by the river or sit in my tiny garden, not thinking of anything in particular, thoughts sometimes seep into my brain. If you'd like to read my seepage, here it is ...