haiku submissions

 

                                                        lights

                                                      w in the dark-

                                                                     Mary's chapel

 

merry Christmas

traditional dishes

and gifts

 

Wolf on hill,

lichen, resin, pine,

old day, smells.

 

Walking fast,

as morning breaks:

will I miss the lights?

 

the still point

of a still turning world ...

Easter dance

 

Frightened

of my muddy feet

god in temple

 

unbound . . .

her song rippling

distant shores

 

dense fog spirits of snowmen?

 

in and out of the fog these feet below me

 

distant prayer...

her graceful soul enwrapped

in silence

 

life line –

a child keeps in his palm

a green caterpillar

 

lake frozen

without notice

I am surprised

 

Threshold horizons:

giving metaphors to waters,

our full white moon.

 

...

 


Pointing the pause the cut discloses the clearing.

 

A white field buzzard

picks a fly from a mule’s eye.

{ a bit done } { a day done}

 

from the edge of a half chewed leaf rising moon

 

a mouse licks the Cheshire moon

 

Cayuga Lake

a carp mouths the girl's reflection

 


shadows fold within shadows of the rose

 

bindweeds in the wind –

some old letters

on a dusty table

 

attics window –

leaning towards light

a small cactus

 

silence at noon –

butterfly wings

clasped on clover

 

a paper heart

pinned at the last page –

„Romeo and Juliet”

 

gloomy alley –

crushing chestnut flowers

under my wheelchair

 

 

The Queen of Black Hearts;

Only you ignite my soul.

Your kisses I crave.

 

A crack in the Earth,

the waves wash over Japan.

Ruin all around.

 

City street names:

ghosts that cast us as shadows

into their sunsets

 

Tremulous poplars

Black in winter’s bitter wind:

Mad violinists.


Dark muddy footpaths

Beyond back yards, unleashed dog:

Rabid ravener.


Black hounds chase black crows,

The moon pales silver rice

Paddies: Commotion

 

The earthquake

has stopped the tour clock

Spring wind

 

Aborigine:

smell the colour of the wind,

walk without a map

 

sun shower

a twig settles in the cloud

 


the year ends in the long tail of a squirrel’s shadow

 


a patch of ripples disappears

 


the raven winters in its shadow

 


from her dark hip the moon’s curve

 

on window pane

by morning frost

kiss of the spring

 

destroyed country

the people and cities

waits the compassion

 

says goodbye

by drops from icicles

the winter

 

rain

atop a snow drift

melting heart

 

spring morning

snowman  in a puddle-

baby tears

 

spring moon --

on the kitchen table

like in last year

 

snow piled up

and now it melts-

waterfall

 

last year's evening

under blooming cherry

already as  far !

 

a morning glory

 

on the little girl’s finger –

 

first fairy tale

 

dry leaves on fire –

 

the last autumn rose

 

won’t open

 

 

 

spring emotions

smiles in the sunlight

baby's blush

 

First spring rain

It is necessary  to repair

Broken umbrella

 

Spring morning

Shadows of houses look in

Mirror of pools

 

The spring sun

Sparrows rejoice

On dung of horses

 

spring wind

twisted together snowflakes

direct to the summer

 
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