sweeping the snow
in old boots -
my cramped feet


***

balayant la neige
dans de vieilles bottines -
mes pieds à l'étroit

in the hollows
a pond cradled
in ice and snow

Sun's child
left on Earth
to warm every season

the patterns of frost-
black-headed gulls squabble
over a rooftop
.

sitting at the stop light-
tree fills with black birds
and empties again

I walk into thick fog
and bring out a poem

to the nest
in a race with the rain
a young squirrel

at twilight
fields of blue snow -
glowing

Photo Cold Winter Landscape by D Reichardt

not yet winter...
the barn owl rehearses
a snowfall lament
----------------
..circa Dec. 5, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
-------------------------

rook chatter
tracking each snowflake

to the end

Asahi Shimbun (2010)
,

bare,
these trees; still pointing
still leading
--------------
..circa Nov. 28, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
-----------------------

half-opened window -
some snowflakes
in the cage of mice


***

fenêtre entrouverte -
quelques flocons blancs
dans la cage des souris

early snowflakes
what grand rapture!
each one chimes
-----------------

..circa December 3, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
---------------------

across the garden
where I've retraced my steps
the snow remembers me

a frozen world cast in black and white

we smile
at these scant, pirouetting flakes
...so precociously winter
--------------

..circa Thursday, December 2, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
------------------------------------

from the last fallen leaf
to the first dancing snowflake
I am struggling with
the betweenness
axioms

Dressing up
in ruffles of white
-all the trees

snow -
the trees
all one blossom

swirls of beautiful death
lay a silent world to rest
magpie seeking food

soft shoe shuffle

a couple dance the blues away

in the snow


Tip: click onto the picture, then click again to zoom in.
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back from long weekend
dancing through the plant front gate
eager for the day



my car took all the nickels I had to rub together
to fix over the weekend-
it was pure joy to come to work at 5AM this morning

in the fog
the naked trees
are no longer lonesome

in the hush of a grey dawn -
snow is whispering

heavy snow
closes the local school
shed roof bird tracks

wind chill
the thought of my lover's food
takes me back

gray morning
a dog
walks his man

fresh snow
blackbirds eat scabby apples
left on the tree

Here we go again
snow and frosty weather
autumn ends

snowmelt
the world turns slowly green
rivers swell

Mountains of snow,
Search for a forage sparrows -
Crisis

Growing darkness
The sun will go out
On street lantern

Late autumn -
It is latent by a gray fog
Sacrament of night

now we see
birds on bare limbs
peeping in are we
------------

..circa November 28, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
-------------------------

the branches are bare
the world grows smaller
without you

sweetly-scented leaf pile
even on the wind
your absence finds me

the season changes
this lingering stillness
remains

betwixt
the limbs of trees
a lone lilac bush
is reached by sunrays
enough to be thankful
-----------------

..circa Nov.21, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
----------------------------

first snow -
the silver birches
dressed in new coats

rook chatter
tracking each snowflake
to the end

Lots of lovely snow in Bradford on Avon!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/eberlin/3255794058/

through naked trees
the old cow stares:
antlered

snow
skeletal trees turn negative
pawprints

migrating geese -
another window where
curtains lift


***

oies de passage -
une autre fenêtre où
les rideaux se soulèvent

frost falling
like the soft paws of a cat
gently spreading

bitter chills
leave the grass white with frost
yellow mahonia

pink-tinted clouds
overnight wind piles leaves against
the motorbike

turkey day eve-
on the phone with my sisters
planning the big meal

setting sun melts
into woodsmoke --
regrets rising with the moon

sunrise reveals
fields dissolved
with frost

seagulls swoop
to examine dropped litter
rattling dustbins

Thanksgiving's comin-
marathon monopoly
and movie nights

blades of sunlight
chop clouds into long wisps
seagulls cackle

was I greedy?
all those leaves...
leprechaun's gold

warm autumn day-
single rose blooming
on the barren bush

leafshade--
where's the leafshade--oh,
we're in autumn
----------

..circa: Nov. 13, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
----------------------------

drizzling rain
the cat checks the back window
then the front

cold wind
sparrows on the bird tables
search for scraps

top of the oak -
a magpie joined by
two other magpies

***

à la cime du chêne
une pie rejointe par
deux autres pies

a breath of wind
among the silent sycamore
wind chimes rattle

no towering forest
could conceal that auburn tree
aglow in the fire

to the breeze,
I hang on, with my teeth
my two hands hold
a notepad and a pencil
I'm hanging on--goodness me!
----------------
..circa: Nov. 19, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
---------------------
QUESTION (Concerning poem):
should i have made it: "crisp breeze"
in Line 1, to be more symbolic
of autumn..?

evening commute
moon peeking through
the afternoon clouds

momentarily,
night wore alluring short sleeves
now, back to the coat
-------------

..circa Nov. 19, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
---------------------------------

morning mist
wraps trees and houses
children holding hands

mist stained yellow
with the leaves

Photo by Mike Epp

rainy day
mud escapes
between toes

Ambrosia,Issue 5,Summer 2010

Water rules today;
Racing streams and pregnant sky
And liquid mirrors.

Nesting kicking in...

crisp afternoon
basement door open
as I start to cull

en memorium


trees shed yellow leaves
geese slip out from the cold
my mother exhales


how fast the leaves turned
from green to burnt sienna
at her departure


a wind-blown oak leaf
twirled against the passing clouds
now the air is still

first snow
half a year of white
before me

* * *

ensilumi
puoli vuotta valkeutta
edessäni

morning breeze
steals the last leaves from the cherry
sparrows huddle

this night
wrapped up in sleep
and fog pressing at my window

morning commute
sparkling gold and green leaves
carpet the streets

half-moon--
the child wonders
the rest

The Mainichi Daily News
Nov. 3, 2010

November thunder
Rolls through my room at midnight;
Then just fades away.

I'm flying
these new, cavernous boots,
with mountainous force, ascend me
-----------------

..circa November 17, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
---------------------------

Dry leaf on the branch
Trembles in the wind and drops;
No effort needed.

Once again clear drops
Poised on the edge of tree limbs--
Windows and mirrors.

morning commute
Scottish Dialouge
floating in my head



Half way through NaNo WriMo!

deeper nights
through the rain I hear
you sleep

* * *

syvät yöt
sateen läpi kuulen
kuinka nukut

morning world
painted with white frost
dead nasturtiums

kindled colors
in the rain

puddled moonlight
an owl blinks --
dreamless nights ahead

week of vaca
watching the leaves change color
between good reads

sunshine breaks
clouds part for an early dawn
the dog, snoring

O environs...
autumn's thick blisters
itching to freeze
------------------

..circa Mon., Nov. 15, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
----------------------------

last leaf falls to earth
summer a faint memory --
   you whispered of love just that once

our fragile silence
framed by cannon fire and
a lonely bugle call

Remembrance Sunday
all the colours lowered
during the Last Post
.

slivers of sunlight
cut the grey sky like old meat
I plant tulips

worshiping
the same tree
a man and a hawk

on waking to the first snowstorm...

wet snow
branches bow to pressure
from above

the lightening sky
paints the clouds in gold and silver
warm bed

pollen balls
in my coffee spoon
this autumn morning

***

pelotes de pollen
dans ma cuillère à café
ce matin d'automne

Leaves
Blown in the wind
As am I

autumn wind -
a whistling boy
through the fallen leaves

armistice day -
the red maple
lays its wreath

open door
lets in autumnal wind
cut flowers droop

Humber Bridge
the stretch of struts
across clouds

.
Humber Bridge:
http://www.humberbridge.co.uk/explore_the_bridge/gallery/photographs.php

.

autumn twilight
even the gutters sing with
gusting tongues of fire

Tiger Cat

the tree
planted long ago
beneath soil and roots she lies
sweet Queenie my cat

the dog's food bowl
overflows with rainwater
cyclamen trumpets

autumn light
gold and copper ores
within my reach

tonight I am waiting
for frost, bronzed leaves glazed white -
lining the streets

white birch
black branches --
November gray

the oak
last leaves to fall
a majesty of bright orange
bows about it's roots

come spring, the first buds

dusk
naked trees
autumn calligraphy

dried lavender
a sparsity of leaves
on the cherry

Curtis Dunlap has just posted a very simple but moving tribute to Mike Farley.  Mike was an amazing haiku writer, and a typical American cowboy too.  Here's an old haiku from me when I went out on a few days trip horseriding.

woodfire
flickering in the silence
corralled horses

Alan Summers
Modern Haiku
(USA haiku magazine Fall 1995  vol. xxvi  no. 3)

Weblink:

http://tobaccoroadpoet.blogspot.com/
.

in the street's puddles
houses tremble
...a prayer for Haiti

a mob of kids
eating and throwing chips
seagulls clean up

a lost kite
stuck on top of a telephone pole
here I am sitting
watching and waiting
for your long distance call

layangan putus
tersangkut di tiang telepon
di sini aku duduk
melihat dan menunggu
interlokal darimu

willow branches
dancing in sodium vapour spots
drumming rain

Masks

the trees
are wearing their granite masks
next change: winter steel
----------------

..circa Nov.8/2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
--------------------------

magpie
on the telegraph pole
late dawn

humbly arranged
by the Buddha's doorway
Westerners' shoes

cold afternoon -
the distant roar of the
football game

sunbeams dance
on the heads of late poppies
frost on the roof

on my shelf
the hollow sound of three chestnuts
from an old autumn

***

sur mon étagère
le son creux de trois marrons
d'un vieil automne

harvesting moon
the death of a friend
a lost jigsaw piece


Alan Summers
original published Asahi Shimbun 2010
this version i.m. Mike Farley

If anyone would like to comment on his haiku and senryu at this blog, it would be a really nice thing to do: http://tobaccoroadpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/mike-farley-three-questions.html

. 

the cause of
my maple addiction is now
on display

blustery night
the rattle of a soda can
going down the road

rain of ashes
a wild cat
got new coat

hujan abu
seekor kucing liar
berganti bulu

evacuation camp
a plastic bucket
collecting ashes

kamp pengungsi
sebuah ember plastik
menampung debu


Ashes rain poured down after the eruption of Merapi. Cities around the volcano turn grey, students returned much earlier from schools. Thousands evacuated from the mountain slope. Check the news here

trees bent sideways
wind dragging at their limbs
schoolkids buffeted

fourth watch
mums sparkling with frost
greet the sunrise

emerging from
the rain- a flock of
berry-hunting robins

the air clear and sharp
a squabble of seagulls
over the houses

first cold night
broken steam valve now more urgent
than when warm last week

the sound of
the ash tree-foliage falling
on a windless night

through the front door
moonlight sparkling
on frost covered cars

blustery day
rips leaves from the cherry tree
children stagger past

a lumbering sweep of wing
heron rises --
I turn one more page before sleep

lost my inspiration
in a pile of leaves
should I dig
or must I wait
for spring to uncover it

yellow cherry leaves
still cling to parental branches
a wren on the fencepost

Red Leaves

a patchwork wreath of rust red leaves


Photo Red Leaves by David Loffman

morning fog
muffles sound from the world
trees become ghosts

Sunday evening -
three flat balloons
on a neighbor's gate

***

dimanche soir -
trois ballons dégonflés
au portail d'un voisin

more naked each day,
the trees resort to shrieks and
murmurs--try, listen
------------------

..circa Saturday, October 30, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
---------------------------

condensed
into a velvet flower
warmth

Polite and friendly

I greet them as I go by

bewildered cows

a flock of swifts
flash through he gloaming
solar lights too weak

quiet morning stroll
brittle song of dead leaves --
neighbors raking

after a week from hell
letting all my frustrations
melt in the breeze

Mahonia crowned
with spikes of golden flowers
sullen clouds linger

afternoon break
girl scout cookies delivered
on the hunt for milk

gusty winds
the sidewalk macarena
by skirted ones

morning commute
fog rolling up the hill
pools at its crest

the moon still awake
shadows of a passing bus
on the cherry tree

migrating birds
sit on telephone lines
wait for lead bird to move

sunny side up -
the waitress's smile as she
takes my order

a bed of cold ash--
all that remains of old fires
our passion spent

red drops of nightshade
a hedgehog looks for slugs
under the apple tree

through the front door-
full moon greets me
through lacy clouds

raking leaves
in the morning
stretching
canvases for
the afternoon wind

raindrops ring
against concrete pavers
scabby apples fall

3:30 am -
duck hunters drink coffee at
the all-night diner

river
gold leaf
in the setting sun

untimely dusk

work unfinished, regretting

all the daydreams

early morning church bells
great oak sends its' offering --
acorn rain

wet afternoon
garnet leaf sticks to the windshield
as I drive home

a white mist hangs
over frosty grass
the hidden sun
builds layers of light
as the moon looks on

frost on the windows
nasturtiums still flower
in sheltered spots

behind dim windows
I wait
for a clear world

I so wanted to
show you the last
October flower

* * *

Halusin näyttää
sinulle viimeisen
lokakuun kukan

outside
wind, rain and leaves
I wish
and the fairy granted
inside cozy fireplace

Autumn

autumn winds abate
take shelter in
satsang

Sunday morning
a trio of learner bikers
wobble past

Leaves and wind
Together listen to silence -
Late autumn

The autumn breaks
Summer last dress,
Thread of a web.

As if laughs,
Autumn into face
Wind prickly

sex harassment
in workplace or elsewhere
no laughing matter

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 4
July/August 2010

non, je ne regrette rien
the shifting and shuffling
of an audience of crows

. .

house of the lock -
a light plume of blue smoke
as wind indicator

***

maison de l'écluse -
un filet de fumée bleue
comme girouette

trees whipped
in a dark-shrouded wind
a fox hurries past

garden bearded in frost
the year is showing its' age -- 

afternoon ginko
brushing the hair from my eyes
as I turn the corner

to the Maple
from the Dogwood and the Elm
- a sky postcard

old farm
a grey cat sleeps in the
smokehouse

Hoarfrost and windows
Cold of flickering stars,
World is infinite

Chinese lanterns
turn orange with the cold
holly berries redden

my thoughts
have left me alone, this walk,
to comfort the fallen leaves
------------------------

..circa October 21, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
-----------------------------

though the car window
nearly full moon hangs low
in afternoon sky

seed pods

brittle with life

a breath, a whisper

to begin again . . .

The River Avon

,

a blackheaded gull
plays tag
with a falling leaf


another childhood
the local Catholic priest's
leaf strewn path
,

compost worms
burrow down from the cold
sparrows line the fence

building inspection
during perimeter walk
enjoying a breeze

fashionably late
are the maples
this fall
in the spotlight
- a birch

old man willow
still holds his leaves to the sun
red dogwood twigs

It becomes cold
Fantastic wood will grow
Hoarfrost on points

Evening and two
Drops in a palm
As in a gift

The star sky
Still night of October
Cold on glasses

morning commute
grabbing a fleece jacket
along with the backpack

town clerk -
carefully describing the
buck in her yard

the poison ivy
waking up red- fall's
idea of a prank

mist-laden air
weighs down the sycamore leaves
laburnum seeds crackle

morning sun -
a tit crosses my shadow
on the other bank

***

soleil du matin -
sur l'autre berge une mésange
traverse mon ombre

morning commute
single gold leaf
races me down the street

Empty Bench

Autumn robed in gold
the leaves ever changing hues
remember what was

winds blow sleepy trees
covering a lonely bench
empty for all time

unhurried walk
the smell of clean earth
after the rain

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, No. 1, August 2010

rain washes away
the smell of bonfire smoke
roses still bloom

the trees announce,
'tis time to rest and to await
a new start
mortars and pestles grind the moments
and we awake--it's spring
--------------------

..circa October 18, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
---------------------------------

my late dad's oxygen mask my mom fits in

tight asleep
under their covers
marina boats

night damp steaming
the cat on the windowsill
in a sunshine spotlight

The autumn go out,
already a first snowball,
New fairy tale
////
Осень уходит,
Вот уже первый снежок,
Новая сказка

The first crunch of snow,
Starlit nights of winter,
New fairy tale

With clouds together
The north has brought
Sad thoughts

Not one but many
leaves fall
like a dream
prolonging
seconds to minutes

October ladybird -
a few steps in the sun
... on my shoulder

***

coccinelle d'octobre -
quelques pas au soleil
... sur mon épaule

I've fallen among leaves
the soft hollow drum of the earth
beneath me

kitty drifts away
never comes home
again

autumn comes
yet stillness becomes
stronger

rain drifts
fine as spider silk
eucalyptus shivers

harvesting moon
the death of a friend's sister
a lost jigsaw piece

Asahi Shimbun

in memory of a Hull Central Library janitor's recent loss

.

river festival
just a birdsong afternoon
and talk of hedgehogs

Asahi Shimbun, Japan

. 

crisp morning
my breath races me
to the car

it takes long
to get acquainted
my reflection and me
in my late dad's
old sarong

lama juga
untuk jadi akrab
aku dan bayanganku
bersarung
peninggalan bapak

celibate
he talks about
sickle moon

yellow rose
puts out three more buds
snapdragons

stopped at traffic light
blackbird perched atop camera
flicks its head

sunset glow ...
her chilled fingertips
in his hand

hellebore buds
toadstools appear like pimples
across the grass

getting up in the dark
walking out all alone

I may miss a few dreams
or few talks...
but, hey,

I get to see the world
in its pajamas

late hydrangea
nestled among fallen leaves
and scarlet creepers

just sometimes...
the deep royal blue night
and a bright sickle moon.

watching
a playful monkey
I see myself

One of my six haiku included in the Southern California Haiku Study Group recent (2010) anthology, "an island of egrets." First published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 5, No. 1, Spring/Summer 2005.

curled up
in the hollow of the night
autumn moon

sparrows take turns
at the hanging peanuts
late hydrangea

seasonal frolic-
a cup of hot cinnamon milk
before dawn

weekend drive
different shades of autumn
moving up the coast

southward bound
whooper swans leaving
my heart

* * *

etelään
joutsenet lähtevät
sydämestäni

a stiff wind
bowls leaves along the road
the last pear falls

O eagle,
permit these wings of mine
to keep up
-----------------
circa 2008/Copyright Spiros Zafiris 2010
/channeled; spirit Harmony
---------------------------------

equinox evening -
looking for a word to tell
the red of jasmin


***

soir d'équinoxe -
cherchant un mot pour dire
le rouge du jasmin

everything infused
in amber light, gilded
in gold leaf

cats fighting
in the pre-dawn light
an early bus

all the current

bears away

crescent moonset

toadstools
crowd across an old grave
dandelion clocks

twinkle their
steps, a star commands
and sparks fly high
-----------------

..circa 2008/Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
/channeled; spirit Harmony
----------------------------------------------

schoolyard jungle
the bullied boy
commits suicide

World Haiku Review
Vol. 2, No. 2, January 2010

SEE ALSO MY BLOG HERE

morning mist
muffles the laughter of children
compost worms dance

withered berries
a cardinal eats against
the darkening sky

the church steeple
fades into the morning mist
Fuchsia still flowers

cartoon clouds cover
the October sky
friend's funeral

More here: Haiku harvest blog

during an afternoon of apple picking ...

half-eaten apple
the compost pile waiting
for its turn

night falls early
dog leading the way
home

* * *

yö tulee varhain
koira johdattaa
kotiin

the mournful cry
of the dustbin lorry
gentle rain

crows cry out
the sky in an overcoat
trees cast off leaves

strip of sunlight
tiptoes through the window
to dance a jig on the wall

cirrus clouds
feathered across the sky
lavender flowers again

birds shelter
from the torrential rain
dogs sleep

1st. October

Intense colour
Sun and chilled wind
Autumn

woodsmoke
a bee clings to the last stalk
of lavender

(trad. Alan Summers)

***

une abeille s'agrippe
au dernier brin de lavande -
odeur de feu de bois

morning fog
muffling the songs of birds
windows are closed

an aged toad
awaiting sunrise:
damp grass

I sense the silent
waft of fragrance
from the incense
calming my heart
in her absence

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 4
July/August 2010

sweet peas
are limp and water damaged
vetch sets seed

stop and go traffic
on Hollywood freeway
with over 100 F heat
a red-haired driver starts
waving her bra

first autumn rain-
green and yellow leaves
skitter down the street

cold--
searching for the blanket
of old friendships

morning sunshine
a yellow Welsh poppy
mirrors the sky

sun worship
dipping in fresh river
warm gathering

*********

summer rain
yellow leaves sail down
under evening sun

A Brisker Gait

with autumn,
a certain queasiness bares
itself; even his
brisker gait betrays
a sadness for summer's departure
------------------------

..circa September 21, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
-----------------------------

momochidori
two hundred or more rooks
pass over and over
.

home depot run
admiring the mauve mums
before entering

sparrows chase blue tits
away from the bird table
showers of seed

evening commute
tree gone from in front of the porch
weeds in full view

Rising mists
now cast a different light
--on our affair

mahonia buds
ready for winter's flowers
I plant tulips

O image squatter,
the harvest moon has gone
you were sleeping
------------------------

.circa Spt.25, 2010/Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
--------------------------------------------------

woodsmoke
twilight thoughts --
roots dreaming of what might be

Avenue
in vain the trees remain silent
I know their secrets

freshly cut grass
wallows under a downpour
apples fall unnoticed

cherry leaves
turn autumnal yellow
chattering sparrows

honeysuckle -
bright red berries
of twilight

***

chèvrefeuille -
les baies rouge vif
du crépuscule

chestnut shell -
the dented bed
where the nut lay

yellow poppies
their stems broken by the wind
blue sweet peas

Bare Beaches

sandy beaches bare

misty clouds cloak the thin tide
faint laughter lingers

wind whistles
and the trees bow before it
wet leaves in the gutter

through the front door
full moon
tangled in tree branches

the first pumpkin
of the season-
Sun’s mirror

raindrops clatter
on the plastic outhouse roof
polygonum flowers

morning commute
full moon breaks through lacy clouds
to dip toward the hill

Covering
your head from the rain
you leave

* * *

Peittäen
pääsi sateelta
lähdet

at the karaoke
i was so delighted, as if
we were doing a duet
as the music stopped, i learned
you were just a microphone

velvet darkness
the sound of a motorbike
in the night

Sun catch wet roof
alive by
swallows

almost silent
horse-drawn carriage,
cobblestones await
-------------------------

..circa August 30, 2010
.Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
----------------------------------

opium poppy
flowers too late to make seed
sparrows mob the bird table

the children's swing
stops swinging
foreclosed house

Notes From the Gean
Vol. 2, Issue 2
September 2010

first light
inhaling the crisp cool air
expelling a new day

Only then I notice
yellow gold running down
the birch branches

* * *

Äkkiä huomaan
kulta virtaa alas
koivunoksia pitkin

slanted sunlight
creeps past the horizon
overhead: dark clouds

Autumn

falling rain
darkness passes
in silence

early morning,
people run to the underground,
sleepy persons

late autumn,
always hasten afar
gloomy clouds

the sun a smile,
gold leaves of birches
in parks and squares

raindrops splash
in the dog's water bowl
a snail has drowned

choir practice
the missing chorus
of cicadas

Autumn

separate from the beloved
connecting by name

Autumn

near the gagan
time slips away

squalls of cold rain
yellow poppies are still
flowering

morning mist -
geometry lesson
of cobwebs

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brouillard matinal -
la leçon de géométrie
des toiles d'araignée

rush hour
the mid-September brisk
Santa's elves rehearsing
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..circa Sept. 17, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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open pod

cradling seeds, crescent

moon so still

crispness in the air
slowing to embrace
the cool of the day

I tried to cut the distance
to a bird flock
but instead
I cut up messy mirages
of flapping wings

dry lavender heads
stage lit by morning sunshine
road side sycamores

apple peel sliver-
this bridge over the River Ouse
breaking cloud cover
.

market run-
new apples looky juicier
than last week's pickings

often
I feel alone
amidst a crowd
still hard to fill the void
you left behind

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 4
July/August 2010

darker clouds
the first spot of rain
on my nose

not a cloud
huge blue sky...
I did not notice the sun

leaf shadows
flicker against a wall
window-ledge moss

evening commute
during Dr. Who rehash
next year's garden plans

September
the butcher orders
a new knife

strong breeze
whips towels from the line
roadside leaves

Is everything all right
the Moon asked
between showers

mid morning break-
reveling in
the cool of the day

Autumn

time slips away
view the sky
this night

rain patters
over the plastic roofing
Russian vine flowers

favourite weather
fine drizzle and being buzzed
by grey wagtails

treasured chore
unpacking sweaters and jackets
to enjoy the brisk days

City got wet,
Under cover of umbrellas
Persons will hide

Leaves fall,
Eternal rest on the earth
Let find

The summer will present
Bright colors color,
Rainbow in the sky

weeping willow tree
under sodium vapour light
urban cats prowl

footsteps crunching
in the early leaf litter
brown hazelnuts

soldier’s new bride
a brisk wind blasts open
her empty mailbox

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, No. 1, August 2010

a flock of swifts
take shelter from the rain
sudden silence

harbingers of fall-
champagne grapes at the market
next to sweet peaches

the crunch of pear
eaten straight from the tree;
splashing through puddles

Such unexpectedness...


Wind impulses,
The gate to a garden will squeak,
The dream will disturb

Has looked at the sky after a rain, and there a rainbow

The sun a smile,
Drops of a rain are shone,
Rainbow in the sky

The memoirs on summer cause the most pleasant associations which I express in verses

...
Shout of a cuckoo
Awakes silence of morning
Sonorous echo

woken by sunshine
streaming through the window
a snail at the top

autumn splendor
new uniforms
at the bus stops

old autumns cascade
bright colors that scorch and burn
a bridge for lost souls

poppy leaves
speckled with raindrops
bright nasturtiums

first light
crispness in the air
whispers of coming fall

constant hiss
from the early morning rain
sparrows bathe in the guttering

autumn:
the wherewithal
of splinters
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circa: Sept. 7/10..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
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a gentle wind
nudges the tattered leaf
her father's death

freeway drizzle
he helps his only daughter
move out

The Herons's Nest
Vol. XII, No. 3, September 2010

red-suited arum
lurking beneath the shrubbery
next door's mangy cat

an old pond
thistles release their down
by the grey water

september sun

september sun
chasing the clouds
before breakfast

gerald england

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time quickly
drifts away
early morn

grey clouds
like hand-me-down jumpers
sullen sparrows

conference pears
fall unripened to the ground
little red apples

chill in the air
fall creeping over the world

sparrows
feast from the bird table
blue tits wait

moonlit night
how can i find you
in galactic map?

terang bulan
di peta galaksi
kaukah itu?

It is autumn,
Even from rain drops
Cold blows

Only early in the morning
Can see as in dew drops
The sun plays

In rustle of leaves
it is not possible to hear
That them disturbs

Autumn

kitty lies down
where our feet
fall

warmth of reiki hands

autumn sun crosses

the long eagle feather