Autumn haiku
Haiku poems ( short moments of
nature) often make a reference to the season. In Japan the references are all
part of a cultural understanding – everyone knows that cherry blossoms refer to
spring – or that water refers to summer. But what about here? My walks with the
Interpretives in the Conservation Society greatly added to my knowledge of what is going on ,
in the Blue Mountains, at what season. The very first time I joined the walkers, it was
autumn and we explored Murphy’s track behind the Hydro Majestic hotel at Medlow
Bath. I wrote this:
Down the “black’s ladder”
sliding muddily past
purple-blue fungi
A black’s ladder is a place in an apparently unclimbable rockface that
has been known to the aboriginal inhabitants for thousands of generations - it
may have a tree trunk ladder to assist in climbing.
In late summer,
the walkers went on the rainforest walk in Coachwood Glen. The dianella was
fruiting, and to my somewhat European sensibility, fruit equals autumn.
Deep Purple berry
yet so bland!
only just sweet
Being an environmentalist also means ” nature lover”. What is the balance between scientific
knowing (to which there are limits) and other ways of knowing?
Not knowing its name
we can only admire
the yellow flower
All over the world autumn is the time of fungi. This haiku was written
near Bathurst – my friend has a lot of feral goats on his property ( and they
tasted delicious).
Up the goat highway
little black pellets and
shrivelled fungi
But what is particular to Australia is the burn-off (though it could
also refer to spring).
Small fires
all along the hill –
smoke streaming skywards
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