Four Haikus

I came across a suggestion of going for a “Haiku nature walk”. I’ve never truly understood the appeal of Haikus, as they tend to end just as you get into them. Nevertheless, I appreciated the idea and so took ten minutes to visit our office gardens. Here’s what I found hidden amongst the greenery:

  1. Haikus belong here / in a garden with fountains / where white ripples sway.
  2. The first bench was drenched / in a shower of sunlight / but the second, shade.
  3. Some Agapanthus… / or are these Christmas roses? / I always forget.
  4. The waterlogged grass / has a tinselly shimmer / til summer passes.

Census in Bethlehem (Version 2)

With Christmas fast approaching and my family already in holiday mode, I took to revising a poem for the season. Here it is, dusted off with line breaks improved and some phrasing reconsidered. I’ve kept it in 4 voices. Enjoy!

Census in Bethlehem


My older cousins got here first and even filled the shed,

but uncle says he’s got a cave where we can lay our heads.

He cleaned it out, but had no other place to put his ewe,

but that’s okay, we’ll be alright; we’ll leave ‘fore Mary’s due.


Aha! The gods have smiled on me; the gov’ner’s called mankind

to gather here in hungry hoards; my profits come to mind:

They’ll pay for nuts at twice the price, they’ll sleep behind my stall.

Ah, David! It’s a providence that softer beds are full.

It’s money time, salvation’s here, the night is swelling loud.

I hear that some are even letting stables to this crowd.


I’m glad we’re on the skirting hills beyond the city’s wall,

For though the thrum and music drifts, it’s quieter, all-in-all.

And here of course we see more stars – their gentle, painted light –

Yes, this we have, and richer sleep – not so the urbanite.

But now! What terror, growing star, is falling to the ground!

An angel and a heav’nly host! So bright and closing round!

And so at last God’s wrath has come to splay us on these rocks.

As payment for our daily sins He’ll feast upon our flocks.


No, no, dear man, be calm and still: Fear not, for you dear men,

are first to hear our news of joy that lands in Bethlehem.

Within that town, that bustling place, there comes a treasure true;

“The heel that crushes and is bit” is given now to you.

Look down into the yellow streets beyond the loud bazaar,

and find a babe in cloth and trough beneath the newest star.

Then filling up the skies they sang: All glory be to God

and peace to all with whom he’s pleased upon this earthen sod.

The shepherds ran through town and found that blessed stable ward

with newborn child, Emmanuel, called Jesus Christ: the Lord.