a Cherita collaboration: Blue Star

first blue star

the lake sinks deeper
and smudges the setting sky

tussock grass
its ochre hue awash
with a farmhouse light

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thoughts of home

table laid with white linen
the crumble golden

in a voice melodic
and strange to my ear
i call down the sun

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rising moon

darkness leans
against the window panes

a Satie Sarabande
in harmony
with fresh-cut flowers

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frozen potato blooms

the field shimmers
with freshly ploughed soil

at dawn
the newly hung bed-sheets
soften mother's shadow

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beneath the eaves

silken threads
twist and turn a fly

sleeping bag
rank and unravelled
this too is taken away

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black clouds disperse

up above a world
that has turned to dusk

in the hard sand
i write haiku, read and erased
only by the sea

Composed, 30/7/'05 - 10/8/2005
via email: Ron Moss (Tas.) Sheila Windsor (U.K.) Hortensia Anderson (U.S.A.)