Category Archives: Spring



the land dangles charms

sprinkles pearls, bees, birds

sound answers, tugs beasts

and buds forth to birth ; churns

of complexity ; bursts

of simplicity ; betrayed

roil of restless

cobweb -dreams escape

to wake

for rapture


only creatures

see empty bounty

a season of plenty, so

a season of menace for

those whose treasure must be exposed

that freshest wet innocence brought forth

in inexorable trust , hunted



not a haiku


NaPoWriMo day 6 prompt : to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article.



in hindsight, i think i may have misread the prompt… oops twice!

P.s you will find the poem chosen (at random) below . I copied down the first words and avoided reading the poem so that I would not be influenced. I did, however count the words in each of her lines and kept the same in my own poem ( there is one line longer though , oops ( poetic licence?))

Poem chosen:

Late October by Maya Angelou



the leaves of autumn

sprinkle down the tinny

sound of little dyings

and skies sated

and roseate sunsets

roil ceaselessly in

cobweb greys and turns

to black

for comfort


Only lovers

see the fall

a signal end to endings

a gruffish gesture alerting

those who will not be alarmed

that we begin to stop

in order to begin


Broad daylight or Dead of night

On thé farm


This week only….


Approx tally:


Half a spring lamb

One whole sheep

A dozen or so chickens

One fox




Fox attack


Heart attacks / Fox attacks

Shot by farmer




Shock and horror

Bewilderment plus two orphan lambs to bottle rear from here

Loss of profit

One less fox to worry about

*possibly uncounted cubs crying for mum

April May



we Shepard them up

keep them safe from foxes so

that you May eat lamb



Note from the farm:

everyone wants to eat Spring lamb because it has been marketed that way. Think about it. Lambs are born in Spring. We don’t eat them straight away, do we….

Are we just sheep doing what consumerism wants us to do? Business as usual.



I grabbed for a warm hand

ful of cherry blossom, shoved

it in my mouth, impatient

for the fruit

I couldn’t wait


there was no juice or blood but

the petals stuck pink and delicate in

and around my mouth in

muted protests  — too late

I sucked escaping perfumes in

to my nostrils to taste them but

in return I got a mischievous tickle

then a revengeful sneeze


flower matter fell in

patterns on the grasses, rosy in

against the daisies and dandelions

a mess? a waste?  — not a bit of it!


I grabbed another fistful, look

I drank a gulp of liquid sky, stuck

out my tongue and lapped at muted

blues and grays — a graze of breeze

on bare skin like breath on a mirror, look

I twirled in a blur of birdsong, frantic

with spring, immersed in all this


I grabbed another fistful of cherry babies

and jammed them in my mouth

then I went at the lilacs

still green, not quite purple

my throat thrown open

btw April 26 2018

Napowrimo day 26:- write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.




Naked Blush


Morning raucous of neighbourhood crows bring me blinking onto the balcony. Hazy silhouette of not so distant mountain across the blue grey bowl of Lac Leman, filled with holy waters of pure snow melt. Each day the view changes clothes; moody greens, granite blues, peaks and ravines revealed or coquettishly concealed in mantles of cloud, slung low over shoulders, or completely shrouded. In winter, she wears sugar coating, of course, it’s the fashion.

Early afternoon, magnolias bloom and bud and burst into debutante blush. With pink faced determination, in pale promise, they manage to lift my heart from the sludge of winter dullness. This naked, first blush, pressed against still slate grey skies, for the most part, will be brief, but enough to revive those curious yellows. They peek out from beneath broken earth and early grasses; the posies of primroses, profuse patches of daffodils, sprays of daisies preceding dandelion weeds. Next will come the wilful tulips, deliberated planted in sculpted beds by industrious gardeners, but lets us not get ahead of this moment.

Triumphant trills of promiscuous birds; a lively mayhem of mating rituals.  I take my coffee out on to the terrace and timidly remove layers of clothing, risking goosebumps for a dainty taste of Spring on my tender skin. It’s a sin. “Enleve pas un fil en avril…” as they say here. But this is Lausanne at its best and I’m excited. I’ve survived.

Ditch the tourist pics of snow and slopes, cheese and chocolates, cowbells and watches. This is bees knees! This is champagne fizzes! This is sweet nectar. The scent of summer on the breeze comes, from a distance, I’ll admit, but defiantly detected. I take a great, fat, grateful breath of it….and….and …and  begin to sneeze. Damn, I always forget this bit!!

magnolia creams
brief blushes brush blues; timid
rays tiding Summer

Napowrimo Day 12:- its’ a haibun to day! Here’s mine!