Apple buds blossom
in a cozy kitchen
outside frost rimes the loam
Small fires are wisest
good wood from a lemon tree
scented like her hands
Ate soup with lemon
spoons half rinds impaled on twigs
tastes so bittersweet
Damp eucalyptus
rain slanting toward the sea
feeding the stray dog
Fragrance unveils time
glances back rekindle fire
ashes without smoke
Foot prints indistinct
she walked through that lemon grove
loam sprang back beneath
Spring is late this year
will she stay or will she go?
summer approaches
Warmer wind stirring
passing swans seventeen beats
high clouds pass quickly
Haikus 3 and 5 featured at Cafe Central, Prague Writers Festival
http://www.pwf.cz/archivy/texts/cafe-central/dick-russell-in-spain_8988.html
Based on For Francisco in Estepona, Dick Russell issue, Chapman, 1975
Edited by Walter Perrie, Joy Hendry and Robert Calder
March 7, 2012
At that time, a gravel road led up from Estepona into the hills. This was long before the high-rise hotels and apartment blocks of recent years, during the Vietnam War era. There was an unoccupied farmhouse up there in a small valley with a plunging stream. It was adjacent to an orange and lemon grove about three miles from town. Francisco gave permission for some young Americans to stay in the farmhouse there free of charge. The young men eventually went on to North Africa. The girl stayed. For a while.
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