#1509 - after the rumble (post storm haiku)

 

1509

5.48

17.ii.24

after the rumble

post storm haiku

 

fine mist

through which first sun shows branches

now that first birds sing

 

we call it laughter

this warding away

the kookabuuras’ borders marked

 

wet grass, my dewed legs

webs shone through

sunflower’s dripping leaf

 

little wing bursts

of a wren in blue

first flight after rain

 

socks damp through

with the dawn excursion

hole in gumboots now known

 

patch of sun through glass

to fade the picture

socks are drying there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

first drafts

 

fine mist

through which first sun shows branches

so that first birds may sing

 

we call it laughter

this warding away

the kookas – last and first

 

wet grass, my dewed legs

webs shone through

sunflower’s dripping leaf

 

little wing bursts

of a wren in blue

first flight after rain

 

socks damp through

with the dawn excursion

hole in the gumboots known

 

patch of sun

to fade the picture

socks are drying there