frosty morning
across the paddock
dog’s paw prints
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Patricia Prime
Patricia has recently retired from teaching after 30 years, and now devotes some time to the reading recovery programme at her local school. She is the co-editor of the New Zealand haiku magazine Kokako and reviews editor of the online magazine Stylus. She writes short stories, poetry, reviews and articles, and likes to write collaborative poems with other poets.
Contact Patricia: pprime at ihug.co.nz.
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Breakfast –
on the dog’s footprints
famished sparrow
Breakfast –
on the dog’s footprints
famished sparrow
autumn sunrise
brief, unmusical grackle’s song
over the rooftops
morning frost
a brick’s shadow falls
on the next brick
squeaky gate
the grackle’s song —
rise in autumn’s morning winds
a surprise package
left on the doorstep . . .
Christmas cookies
dried forest trail
shedded skin
of a whole snake
purple-black feathers
come together in flight
flightless bird –
one with mottled feathers
a rare discovery
empty morning –
only the blue jay’s call
to keep me company
–
another term begins
sun browned children
leap into the pool
sunday evening –
neighbor’s heated conversation
comes in from the cold
summer beach
beneath bare feet
casts of sand worms
child’s bare feet
laughter with each step —
through the chicken coop
my first Easter egg
the child’s gift
a ball of mud
my first love
her shared silver kisses —
not knowing to close our eyes
intermediate school . . .
to show she likes the boy
she knocks off his hat
cold night walk alone
two women dancing —
pass midnight
midnight feast
sharing my crumbs
with the cat
with the cat
anything goes —
should have kept the dog
worst animal show –
the dog that barks non-stop
takes the prize
Panting dog
running after a cat
trips over a laughing mouse
worst day –
the one that doesn’t end
at midnight
drawing class –
is it a cat or a mouse?
the sumi-e
what madness this calligraphy —
mist creeping
cross field of burnt pines
hot sun
we bathe our feet
in a puddle
cool moon
waves cross our feet
so pale
across the road
occupied by a small boy
a large puddle
oceans
worlds apart —
so many universes
bus terminal –
the yellow moon
hangs in a dark sky
eyes cast upwards
couple strolling hand-in-hand
this night, too dark
open-air concert
young lovers giggle
beneath their blanket
starless night —
beneath blanket of clouds
this chill