My second week's responses to the #30DaysOfHaikuChallenge (see my previous post for details).
8 hope
Trusting sparrows slip
onto the deck, not doubting
seed will reappear.
9 someone you love
Feeding me oranges . . .
Paul McCartney with bagpipes . . .
my sunny soulmate.
10 plant friends
Sage, blooming purple
on my sheltered deck, evokes
far Cretan hillsides.
Philodendron leaves
pivot toward the light, just
as my spirit does.
11 a photograph (mine of Canterbury)
old stone and blue glass
in the cloister once welcomed
"those who journey here"
12 something you long for
Wandering favorite
cities—abbeys, gardens, shops,
books full of old words . . .
Saints beckoning us,
and music, and gold-hearted
beads—Murano glass.
the chilly church with
Murano glass chandeliers,
prayers for boatmen, all
Gilded saints, cellos,
and strands of gold and green glass
beads, carrying light.
Strands of green and gold
glass beads in lighted shops, once,
holding off the dark.
Hands making music,
shucking oysters, pouring rum—
old New Orleans, gone.
(feeling hugely nostalgic for our European travels, after watching Andrea Bocelli's Easter concert from the Duomo in Milan, and views of all the empty cities; also for Italian composers and opera singers from days gone by)
13 birds
an oriole comes—
some kind of wayward magic,
drawn here by a fluke
yellow oriole
appears unlooked for here—far
from his desert haunts
yellow oriole
appears out of nowhere—chance
avian blessing
(some days are more indecisive than others)
14 on a walk
keeping my distance
from the dogs I always love
frisking around me
watching for swallows
over the coastal meadows,
weeks late to arrive
the coastal meadows
locked away now, just beyond
this adamant gate
Planting snapdragons,
clay pot between her bare feet,
grandmother of three.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Wild Iris
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