removing mascara
as the night bus roars
past my house
The Walk Home. ‘an appreciation of all aspects of life.’ haiku, senryu, tanka.
this old crypt
this old crypt
over tea and cakes
our laughter rises
The Walk Home. ‘crystallised moments expressed in haiku form’ http://www.albapublishing.com
out there
out there, the old moon
a single cricket chirping
The Walk Home. ‘offers the accepting spirit an entry’ http://www.albapublishing.com
frost-rimed sock
frost-rimed sock
by the railroad track —
the paths walked to get here
The Walk Home, Susan Lee Kerr. ‘Step through the Awareness Gate and join her’ Alba Publishing.
click of the gate
click of the gate
and my daughter’s heels –
two a.m.
The Walk Home. @AlbaPublishing, ‘entry into a world of ecstatic openness’
crowned Buddha
crowned Buddha
in a king’s garden,
what wisdom!
your right earlobe jewelled
with birddropping
The Walk Home, ‘offers the accepting spirit an entry’
winter sunset
even the gas works scaffold
gilded rosy pink
#welovechiswickhouse The Walk Home, Susan Lee Kerr. ‘an appreciation of all aspects of life’
you, moon, behave!
you, moon, behave!
I drive this winding road,
you’re bounding left and right
.The Walk Home. ‘a world of ecstatic openness,’ Colin Blundell (President of The British Haiku Society).
sun and whiskey smell
sun and whiskey smell
of roses, September’s blue
and final day
The Walk Home, Susan Lee Kerr. Alba Publishing. ‘beautifully crystallised moments’
rather than follow
Basho’s footsteps North, I rock
my baby to sleep
The Walk Home. Haiku, senryu, tanka. A retrospective, thirty years of writing in the world of haiku. Alba Publishing. ‘an entry into a world of ecstatic openness.’
Be here now 