everything is dust

lose one way – find another

weep with happiness


In response to Magical Mystery Teacher‘s haiku – Teacher Continue reading




an open window

Teacher, you saw me

one minute there …




blown away

a ballet of grebe

on wind-swept pond





the notes of a flute

just the wind




quick-silver runs

on the wave crest – the moon

crashes onto the beach


where once

my hairline now tumble

white whiskers


stealing silver

creeping out – behind a cloud

moon shadows fall



with the dawn fading

as all that burns bright dims – just

childhood memories


brightly twinkling stars

constellations in grasses

tread softly through heaven


in grasses I left

long may you burn firefly

a wasteland beacon