Dusk Haiku

pinking the night

down to earth

hush tippy-toes in

the DJ fades out

memory’s slider

no more pencil marks!

obsidian skies

cooling a lava glass

for sparkle stars

ghosts whisper

their ancient stories

scaring the living

beech and birch

whip up flames

in a yawning stove

heat flickers dry

easing the room

all blinds drawn

darkness, at bay

wanders cold

no gap, under the door

Mind “Haiku”

always tomorrow mind

loses today

and does so, forever

self important mind

bigger than eternity

smaller than the void

I am right mind

ticks all the boxes

misses all the circles of life

justification mind

alters paragraphs

to fit prejudice

tight circle mind

obsesses whirlpools

a vortex, of doom

told you so mind

is confident in

its omniscience

busy mind, too full

is blind as bats

and deaf as posts

stress bunny mind

drives a car

like kangaroos

just like this mind

clear as a pond

reflecting truth

point before thought,

has no worries

ever, premature

pure wisdom mind

is mostly silent

and waiting in the forest

simple Dao mind

flows like a brook

an empty Raku bowl

impermanence mind

sees only

coloured sand in the wind

no mind, mind

knows eternity

and offers him only rice

Hiver haiku

Written on physical plane earth date December 2020….amidst the covid 19 plague….

low watercolour sun

shining through ribs

of emaciated trees

the starlings murmur

a flash mob in the sky

dancing Bolero

mistletoe lollipops

standing perfectly still

Coldstream guards

bright turquoise mask

wrapped in plastic

a time of the signs

in places bucolic

have hands washed

quite ethanolic

silver birches

reflecting on the pond

three wise men

Serenity Haiku

a heron stands

one leg in the reeds

he reaches for his oboe

a contented carp

blows bubbles

puckering his lips

a lotus unfolds

her petal wings

butterflies waft incense

a busy dragon-fly

is a rainbow

who caresses time

clear crystal ponds

reflect pure light

whiter than snow

a pendant drop

hangs from the gallows

of a moment

a ripple stretches

across a dewy pond

and yawns sleepily

a reed bends

in the harsh winds

which soon, too will pass

a moorhen dives

hungry for breakfast,

a croissant with butter

the spirit churns

all of the milk

to spread on toast

a hungry falcon

hovers in the wind

seeking a morsel

the rain falls heavy

the ducks rejoice

water off their backs

a Rōnin waits

for he has no master

else his heart

he sits seiza

and watches only walls

for there, is wisdom…