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Haiku (XI & XII)

Haiku (XI)

The silk of her sleeve,
as she lays aside her brush,
falls about her wrist.
 

Haiku (XII)

Asleep, he nods once.
His book, cradled in his arm,
forgotten, falls closed.
 

 
© Magdalen Jago 2008.

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30,000 feet
below, cloud shadows lie pinned
by shafts of  sunlight.
 
Fern-like arroyos,
brown frond, spread feathered fingers
over dusty plains.

© Magdalen Jago 2008                                           

 
  
 

 
 
 

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Haiku (IX)

 
 
 
Towering cloudward,
lichen-bearded pines, grasping
root-cracked rock, dig deep.
 

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Haiku (VIII)

   

  

 

Spring’s first dusk, I heard
in foggy fields bereft of
snow, spring peepers sing.
 
 

 

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Frail twigs bound with hay
cup the blindly peeping chicks
as wind tossed boughs flail.
 
One dainty black paw
extended, bright eyed red fox
pins a fallen chick.
 
Wing beats knife the air,
blur his sight, deafen his ears,
Snap! Snap! His jaws close…
 
On the empty air.
 
© Magdalen Jago 2008
 

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Haiku (VI)

Dead, dried up bits of
Himalayan shrubbery
revived and steaming,

the first sip scalds lips
and throat; the last leaves on the
tongue a bitterness.

Patterned dregs remain,
a tea leaf mosaic. Time
for another cup.
 
 
© Magdalen Jago 2008
 

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Haiku (IV & V)

Haiku IV
 
Mist drips drops, rain rains.
Laid in a dryer season,
the footpath is gone.
 
©  Magdalen Jago
 
 
Haiku V
 
Storm air shimmering,
strings of cloud beads, lightning torn,
sink toward pools of sky.
 
©  Magdalen Jago
 
 

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His eye on the crown,
the ant storms the gnarled tree root’s
mossy parapet,

-while-

A beetle trundles
‘cross twig bridges from leafy
isle to leafy isle,

-and-
 
The waterstriders
ride the currents ’round pebble
archipelagos.
 
 
© Magdalen Jago

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Velvet lips, her breath,
Warming frost encrusted rock,
Releases snowdrops.

 

 

© Magdalen Jago 2008

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Haiku (I)

Last Watch

Last watch, fireless,
Mist coats the down of my cheek,
The rock cools ‘neath me.
Straining ears to hear
No sounds midst fogbound firboughs.
Even peepers sleep.
No whirr, chirp, rustle.
I hunch upon fog-chilled rock
As shadows deepen.
 
©  Magdalen Jago 2008

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