lenten journey . . .
all that I  cling to
is shaken away 

Good Friday --
the transformation
still to come 

first light . . .
for a moment all colour
is this 

swan song . . .
the limb-loosening rush
of dark feathers 

open fire . . .
my haiku curls
inwards 

morning mist --
even this sound
must die 

frogpond --
the forgotten silence
of tadpoles 

crashing waves --
almost believing
it's forever 

winter darkness . . .
harvesting the light
of dead stars 

autumn rain --
the sound of leaf fall
drowning 

teach me, candle,
the art of becoming --
as fire 

waning moon
also awake
beyond dawn 

moonless night --
the emptiness
being filled 

floating downstream --
the burden of my shadow
on a mayfly 

cold morning . . .
reality drifts back
as a dream 

river stars . . .
total immersion
in the night 

the big bang's
ejaculation of sars --
moonless night 

ponga fronds
laid out under the moon --
a path less travelled 

stepping back
into my footprints --
summer dreams 

falling leaf,
do you forget
your roots? 

twilight --
the chrysalis
forming 

overnight rain --
even our differences
wash away