tree
leaves
open fields
green golf lawn
in the mist anything goes
-

træ
blade
åbent landskab
grønne golf baner
i tågen kan alt gå an

sun rises in the west
from a thousand reflected
suburban windows

the wind dies
flocks of sparrows
in the poplars

the wind blows litter
from dustbins on the pavement
an old fox eats

on the step
his best shoes
full of rain

you can only hear them
traveling through the fog
crows on morning exercise

horizontal rain
lashes at the windows
mustard-coloured clouds

stiff winds
strip of the last cherry leaves
willow hangs on

out of the mist a couple
collecting recycling goods
disappearing again

morning walk--
grand parents and children
with the sun

*****
sunset
the birds return
with grey moon

*****
window painting
moon close to her shyness
veiled in curtain

*****
stretched desert
gentle shift of the shadow
of a lean branch

*****
orange sun--
morning freshens with
sunflower

Simply Haiku,Summer 2011,Vol.9,No.3

the sun
hangs just above the horizon
wet leaves steaming

walking to school
their breath steams in the cold air
dogs in the garden

the day is breaking
in slow motion
streetlamp went off

to my puppy’s frustration
Blackbirds everywhere
out of reach

a squirrel
runs along the parkside path
wild geese

drizzle
as the day begins
dogs barking

the world stands
barely awaken
in whiteness shorten

morning mist
fades to drizzling rain
indoors cat

Blackbird
in low flight breaking
the morning chillness

barely visible
the Willow in the fog
November quietness