Summer's Day ~ for my husband

the ewe and her lambs

a meandering track

of bluebells

~

treading on tree roots

we walk an uphill path

starred with May blossom…

the green greener

for the blue

~

Summer’s Day

the braid of our lives…

as swallows weave

morning’s  seamless blue,

we renew our vows

~

to the ends

of the earth…

white butterfly

~

oak leaves

a swaying canopy

of light and shade,

your vows, then mine –

the pipes of an unknown bird

~

flurries of blossom…

opening and closing

the butterfly’s wings

~

Claire

1.5.2011

Windblown

   When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace…

When You Are Old – W.B.Yeats 1865-1939

Windblown

(a tanka sonnet..a line for each year..)

for Amy Claire Rose

on her 14th birthday

~

her cheek’s blush

against mine…

wheatears

~

this way and that…

the unwavering song

of a reed bunting

~

take down the book

blow the dust off a memory…

a little egret

at the gilded edge

of a wind-fluttered lake

~

a linnet singing

all the colours

of her windblown hair

~

Claire

   
   
   
 
           
 

..the blue eye of the breeze..

Simply Haiku spring 2011, volume 9, number 1, went online yesterday. The journal appears to have had a makeover and is beautifully laid out and easy to navigate with lots of wonderful poetry, reviews and articles http://simplyhaiku.theartofhaiku.com/                                                                                                                                                                                        I have five haiku here:

http://simplyhaiku.theartofhaiku.com/simply-haiku/claire-everett.html                                                                                                                                                                                                and three tanka:

http://simplyhaiku.theartofhaiku.com/simply-tanka.html

There is also information about the We Are All Japan project here:

http://wearealljapan.blogspot.com/

bullfinch pair by Amy Claire Rose - aged 13

Update

Due to a family crisis posts may be a little sporadic in the days to come. Amy and I will endeavour to keep Skimming the Water (http://skimmingthewater2011.wordpress.com/ )going, although last week’s poems were few and far between. I will also try to continue to archive my tanka at http://thosethr3words.wordpress.com/ At the Edge of Dreams

I will try to keep you updated as far as possible.

One piece of good news.. I have been selected as one of the contributing poets for the spring/summer 2011 cycle of Daily Haiku: http://www.dailyhaiku.org/

Thank you to all who have sent lovely messages etc on Twitter. Your kind words, prayers and good wishes are a great source of strength at this difficult time.

Claire

spring flowers

I was honoured to have Kuniharu Shimizu turn three of my haiku into beautiful haiga art pieces on his website here:

http://seehaikuhere.blogspot.com/2011/03/haiku-527-claire-everett-haiku-1.html

http://seehaikuhere.blogspot.com/2011/03/haiga-528-claire-everett-haiku-2.html

http://seehaikuhere.blogspot.com/2011/03/haiga-529-claire-everett-haiku-3.html

Kuni_san’s work is a treat to all lovers of haiku and haiga and I recommend visiting the website regularly, particularly in the light of the recent terrible events in Japan, as this master of haiga is creating some beautiful pieces for posterity, http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l04309Kx8k/TYfrik-nZ_I/AAAAAAAABQg/q0zGMWTUl40/s1600/natori.jpg for instance…

Meanwhile, here in County Durham UK, we are grateful for the long-awaited arrival of spring.

being human

I see spring flowers

paling as they bloom…

tear-stained

the face of morning

 

Claire

March 2011

a patterning of flame

 

 

throw back

this sheet of sky…

sun breaks

in the rushing of the weir

earth breathes underfoot

 

hollow

the hush of the reeds

when we speak her name,

wet our lips with her fruits

and share her grain

 

her smile

is a patterning

of flame on water …

singing in her veins 

she takes the offering

 

who  remembers

the long forgotten dead?..

a breeze stirs

the willow catkins

a thousand distant suns

 

every cell of green

grows in inhalation

whose blood is this…

coursing in my temples

in the hooves of horses?

 

 
Claire
Spring Blessings to you all!

Meet frank (or francesca) the blue tit!

This weekend a nest box camera was installed in our nest box that is fixed to our willow tree at the back of our garden. Sunday evening, we switched it on, and there was a blue tit roosting inside!

the following day, monday , the blue tit did not roost overnight but we did see a blue tit inspecting the box during the day.

but last night, he (or she) entered the box earlier than usual, about 4.30pm , and appeared to be searching the box all over before settling to sleep. I am hoping she was seeing if it was suitable for nesting.

to see a video of the blue tit in the nest box see here http://tinyurl.com/456f4b7