My final week's responses to the #30DaysOfHaikuChallenge (see week one for details).
22 made you laugh
mountain goats roaming
Welsh streets—past the tattoo shop,
the solicitors
23 seasonal shifts
just this afternoon
a splendid purple iris
took us by surprise
sparrows flown elsewhere,
and the coastal rocks empty
of pelicans still
24 pile of papers
bills — ticket refunds —
a Cezanne postcard never
sent — last year's flax seeds
ticket refunds, last
year's birthday card to answer,
obituary
limone, pesca,
nocciola—gelatos
in an old story
25 tea or coffee
well-loved coffee mug—
its lip chipped years ago now,
but still soothing mine
26 lighting a candle
orange, palo santo:
a steady flame to cleanse my
writing space of ghosts
smoked birch and amber:
a small prayer, like burning sage
for clarity, health
sandalwood and myrrh:
fragrant as smudging sage to
clear a house of ghosts
Cedarwood, lighted
to clarify my thinking,
consecrate my words
27 on the road
dog ears fly in bliss
from the car window, heeding
asphalt whispers, wind
dog ears streaming from
the open window, hearing
what, that I can't hear?
28 breath
Each breath outside brims
with birdsong, iris petals,
softly soughing pine.
Inspiration is
literally "breathing in."
I breathe deep, deeper.
gauzy lengths of sky,
silver-shot scraps of ocean—
breathing it all in
the stooped old man feeds
ducklings—calls them, breath whistling,
like the Pied Piper
so hard to breathe, through
these protective layers: no
clean, heartening air
29 on your street
the sound of bagpipes
gone by now, where the piper
walked past to cheer us
our poppy patch draws
bees, small dogs, those needing cheer,
an artist's easel
30 through the window
a rake on gravel
smoothing, soothing, evening
roughed pathways gently
corrugated roof
rusted, as in Hilo rains,
hibiscus haunted
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Waterlily
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