down the painting/on tiptoes/the daddy long legs
chasing grasshoppers/the child opens/empty hands
along a path © Belinda Broughton
longest night/the cold silence
afternoon tryst
the child’s dandelion breath/thirteen o’clock
after tantrums/the twitter/of birds
after sweets a little lolly dance on sandalled feet
summer beach
perhaps snails sing
snuggling under/the extra blanket/–first chill
36° day — ants discover the toilet water
the teenager/his feet still too big/for his body
another season
a zillion stars above/these threads of mycelium/in the compost
Today again no letters. Only butterflies. . Haiku by Taneda Santōka Notebook page © Belinda Broughton
I’m always afraid
over heard in the subway © Belinda Broughton 2014
Sunflowers/their heads too full/to follow the sun© Belinda Broughton
now wider than her whiskers the pregnant cat © Belinda Broughton
just the end/of her tail flicking/the cat/in dolls’ clothes© Belinda Broughton
in his sleep/guarding us/the puppy© Belinda Broughton
weeding the garden again the scarecrow surprises me © Belinda Broughton
her birth bracelet/the teenager/leaves home© Belinda Broughton
horizon thunderhead/the slightest scent /of moisture
nosebleed/this drought moon
canyon edge/he sneezes into/an echo
even though/no wind/the shush of reeds
the creature/she buried with flowers/artist’s notebook
first moments/and last.notebook
a lifetime’s limited breaths
spotted moth/sharing my finger/ with ink blots
in the ceiling/tearing paper/autumn mice
drunk naked and madly dancing
butterfly / the plum branch trembles / under its weight
newborn grandson
through the ears
in the hallway
on the fly screen
darkest night / a hairy legged scuttling / across bedclothes
turning heads / my son’e best / seagull impersonation
power failure/ the children tell / ghost stories
Chicken soup /the rising sense /of family
silk and embroidery / her bottomless / purse
Haiku by Chiyo-ni, image by Belinda Broughton
Haiky by Santoka, image by Belinda Broughton
wind / in high branches / the business of ants
dull sky / we tiptoe around / his issues
my son’s presence / the warm hand os sunshine / on my shoulder
Belinda Broughton 