Belinda Broughton’s haiga 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 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...