painted snow falling
on painted branches –
a scent of camphor
Sandra Simpson, Presence 52
washing in green water –
a scent of tuberose
Sandra Simpson, Wild Plum 1:2
I recently bought some tuberose bulbs so must get out and plant them. A large jar of blooms was just inside the front door of our palatial room in Bali last year, a magnificent scent in the evening. The bamboo cutters were also seen in Bali, washing in a water channel after a day’s work.
the time it takes dust
Sandra Simpson, The Heron’s Nest 18.3
When I wrote the above haiku I hadn’t consciously appreciated that we are all dust (or waiting to be dust) but it struck me as I read it again now. I was being deep and didn’t even realise it!
mango juice –
a taxi driver updates me
on the cricket
Sandra Simpson, Kokako 23
The cricket haiku was written during a visit to Dubai in March, when the Cricket World Cup was being played in Australia and New Zealand. The Bangladeshi and Pakistani taxi drivers were all glued to games. Great fun talking to them.
Now, the Rugby World Cup is being played in the UK.
That’s the lot for now, although I have had acceptances for another five publications, very exciting!