In anticipation to today's celebration of the spoken word, I wrote a haiku.
Today's da Day!
And on the theme of home,here is a humble contribution, as I add my stones to the edifice.
On either side of the mountain,
ice melts, rock hangs,
dam, water falls.
Deep in the U of the valley,
a porch, a key,
white plume of smoke.
A blended scent of peat & salt
so close & far from the ocean,
spiders tip-toe on varnished boards...
Piled up books sleep under thin dust -
cold ashes fill your coal bucket.
Wood chips tangled in sheepskin rugs,
like secret love in a locket;
on every switch, tap,
bannister, pot and handles.
Your favourite painting on the wall...
Palette of petals in a vase,
of wax beyond our Moon & Orion
caught in a net framed for our dreams,
your universe through one keyhole.
© Nat Hall 2010
National Poetry Day, 7 October 2010