Haiku
Little Windows of Life
Haiku has always felt to me like a pause in the middle of life.
A way of noticing what often goes unseen: a shifting cloud, the scent of rain, a fallen leaf, the sudden tenderness of an ordinary moment.
Many arrive unexpectedly — while walking, travelling, gardening, or simply sitting quietly with a cup of tea. Some are playful, some reflective, others feel like small moments preserved in words.
Traditionally rooted in Japanese poetry, haiku invites us to slow down and notice what often goes unseen: a shifting cloud, the scent of rain, the beauty of an ordinary moment. In only a few lines, it captures something fleeting yet deeply human.
I hope these tiny poems offer you a pause, and a breath.
I burn dry branches
The wind feeds the garden fire
Ashes learn to fly
Lanterns in my world
Andy hangs lamps in our house
Like holiday garlands
Garden fire smolders
Smoke climbs into the pear trees
The tui sings on
Across rough ocean
the wooden shuttle glides
bearing gulls to the bay
Sunlit rosemary
wind carries lemon and bees
a shared humming
Blue sea after storm
amber on the shoreline
footprints in wet sand
A bird flew in
with "stunning" for my magnolia haiku
we smile together
The cat brought a bird.
I buried it in the ashes of the garden fire.
The hero sleeps nearby now.
When I was little
I walked through the unknown to dreams
holding my grandma’s hand
