I was quite pleased with this poem about my dentist which I wrote after a tooth extraction last August; and this I wrote on my last Camino (probably under the influence of a manic high induced by French wine or altitude sickness). But it's all too often easier (for me at any rate) to descend gratefully into the safer comfort zone of Light Verse as I did here, here and here.
To write on 'spiritual' (for want of a better word - see how shy we are about this term, how we hedge it with qualifications) subjects, to describe a world beyond phenomenology, is difficult these days, though I did try here, here and here.
Anyway, what brought on this purely self-indulgent poetry post was yesterday's golden sunlight and springtime promise reminding me of my poem Aeolian, which is partly about the melting of the snow and the flowering of the crocus.
Finally, recent talk about birds, herons and suchlike brought to mind my short heron poem Yang And Yin, and another 2 haiku which I don't think I've published on this blog before:
all night long two owls
shivered their cries
in and out my dreams
heron at dawn
stalking the slow stream -
And, still on the birding theme, for something shockingly different, twisted and cynical, you could always try this... ;)