Haiku 18 Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

silence is precious
truth be told - I desire it
more than bags of gold ~ or ~ more than anything

drop pebbles in a
millpond and watch the ripples
each negates the next

an asteroid falls
crash bang wallop clouds of dust
the midwife's calling

I hear a songbird
then it's silence intersects
the level crossing

A partridge cries out
As bloodhounds are unleashed
Silent feathers fly

chisel and hammer
carve an ancestral name
silent tears dissolve

seasonal nectar
the bees make haste and weeping
the sun hangs silent

snow falls silently
and ever so silently
my heart is melting

on a flower's nap
a bee drinks in all of life
blue forget-me-nots

ants are boisterous
but never are they noisy
life's warring factions

ah--cherry blossom
a ticking bomb--patiently
stored and fragmented

a swan's egg cracks wide
the whole world appears at once
sweet disharmony

orchids balustrade
the bough of a forest tree
like maids in waiting

doves coo back and forth
nothing's ever too distant
too far or too soon

knit one purl one
a spider weaves its egg pouch
deathly envelopes

shadows of the dark
silent footsteps finely turned
Hardly following

mirrored worlds
above as below in toe
quietly echoing

peaceful radiance
a catus dahlia ignites
dormant tubers