
Your coffee
frothing in a lucky cup —
drink me!
photo + haiku by rachel mcalpine CC BY-NC 2.0

Your coffee
frothing in a lucky cup —
drink me!
photo + haiku by rachel mcalpine CC BY-NC 2.0

My brain works
with grey shapes heaving
and words building, building.
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

Blue shell of a sky
sitting upstairs like a sunhat
waiting for its poem
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

Stone, rain, sea, hill —
they have their way, they have their say.
Wind has a goal, tree has a will.
Sing the ceiling of starlight and sunlight,
and sing the feeling of sandhill and tussock
and cloud, sky, wood, clay, world.
Work, watch, love, save.
Here is the time, now is the place.
See what we have, see what we’ve lost.
Sing the colours of thunder and sunrise,
and sing the shimmer of bellbird and blackbird
and moon, lake, tree, day, world.
Blue, gold, red, green
melt in our eyes, wake up the day,
mix up the night, violet and grey.
Sing the circle of trumpets and colours,
and sing the silver of dreamers and lovers,
and stone, rain, cloud, clay, world.
Dark, day, fire, hail.
Here is the time, now is the place.
They have their will, they have their way.
Sing the measure of solstice and winter,
and sing the seasons of stretching and waiting,
and sea, moon, rain, sand, world.
~ Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0
NOTE: “World” is one of 14 New Zealand poems in the song cycle Shaky Places.

Monstrous worms on tiptoe.
First time I see big bamboo
I have to touch.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo by MRHayata CC BY-SA
Cherry blossomA pink steam tickles your eyes.
You choose the petit mal
of petals and perfume.
photo of cherry blossom at Daigoji Temple by Ryuta Kawakami CC BY, poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY

Over the garden fence,
what floppiness of acid pink,
what tenderness of white hydrangeas!
—
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC ID, photo by Jan Smith CC ID

In the night a baby summer
rolls on to my bare back
like a sumo tiger.
All warm fur, and feel
the weight of it!
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY

Heavenly footpaths.
At knee height
explosion of peonies.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo of Inari Shrine by jpeligen CC BY-NC-SA

Gardens of Kyoto.
Somebody taught the rocks
and combed the sand.
cover and poem by Rachel McAlpine