Monday's poem

Haiku Season
- Lyla K. MacGregor


Let all the Springs and Summers come and go,
Give me
The minimal spareness of Winter,
The muzzling muslin mists,
The soft subtracted hills,
The distant squiggle of trees,
The close up beaded branches,
Trembling syllables of light,
In some still breathless time,
Uncluttered haiku days,
Simplified,
Pared down,
Devoid of frippery,
Honest as the day is long.


Lyla K. Macgregor is an 85-year-old writer who lives in Dunedin. She has previously had poems appear in Landfall and the Listener.

 

 

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