(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' An Haiku History Of A Door(For One)

rain taps at window
wind pushes open door so
moonlight may enter.

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through the open door
snow sneaks in...covers letters
on the WELCOME mat

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through the letter box
a snow storm of Christmas cards
covers sleepy cat

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long shafts of sunlight
delivered through letterbox
only post today

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hand stretched to limit
stuck through letterbox just not
able to reach – key.


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a Monday morning
bills & more bills welcome me
on new WELCOME mat.

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an old door with new
lick of paint blazes yellow
as a daffodil

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old dear comfy chair
can’t hear the milkman’s whistle
being dead a week now

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Spring assaults the bees
assaulting the new flowers
amongst the tombstones

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Comments (2)

very tender haiku - I imagine that wooden old door..... http: //viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm? fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=403370472&albumID=196100&imageID=26789717
I love this cycle of haiku, Dónall. Worthy of illustrating - I'll have a go when I've finished the Old Pond cycle... xxx Jan