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

mist
the street lights become
points of refuge

sudden chill
wisps of burned frost
on the road

droning
an aeroplane in the night
missing stars

the road outside
polka-dot with fallen leaves
mushrooms on the lawn

apples
left on the tree
blackbirds

summer bedding
blooms in the mild weather
the fish are sluggish

trails of berries
under the shrimp bush
the cat

a curtain of rain
veils the sullen field
a crow huddles

shafts of sunlight
break through low clouds
yellow leaves

sunny interval -
the path of plane trees
sparkles

***

éclaircie -
l'allée de platanes
scintille

garden wiegela
puts out another bloom
rampant nasturtiums

while watching television
across my window
full moon at dawns light

emerging from the woods
we become entangled
in your prickly past

rancid swamp breath
have we lost our way?
a duck paddles past

our carved initials
no longer legible
in contorted growth

foxes
defending territory
housecats cower

somewhere,
out a window, it is warmer than
this autumn morn
trees are happy somewhere,
like when she called me her baby
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..(C)2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's heart
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branch and streetlamp
through the window
another world

soft rustling above
the cool blue sky warms
to orange applause


lavishly released
held by the wind's cupped hands
the paintings descend


ambushed by fragrance
we freely trod upon
small masterpieces

midnight lamp post
screech owl makes a call
fox trundles past

traffic lights
reflected in wet streets
church silhouette

sluggish fish
in the garden pond
maple leaves

barren branch
the lone bird choruses
with me

*****
early evening
the bat moves
moonward

Chrysanthemum-10,October 2011

Rising moon
evening extends
to sky

Honorable Mention, Asahi Haiku,October 21,2011

the tree
planted long ago
grows slowly
beneath soil and root
she lies
sweet Queenie the cat

sea sprays -
with and without glasses
fuzzy horizon

***

embruns -
avec et sans lunettes
les lointains flous

sparrows find grubs
among the fallen leaves
next year's seedlings

not too windy
and leaves chase me...
I know they hurt
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..(C)2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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the alarm
pulls me from soft-focus sleep
crows in the garden

blowing from the north
first fallen leaves collect
on the southern side

inevitably
fall on fresh snow
last leaves

red leaves
much more brightly
the first snow

rain patters
on the plastic shed roof
butterfly cocoons

in the front yard
naked trees
and thick brown carpet
to my dogs delight
autumn playmate

droplets of water
hang from hedgerow like jewels
red berries

Without wild ducks
The lake becomes empty
Melancholy

the fallen leaves
the autumn wind chases
on sidewalk

rattling wind
a scarecrow flaps his hands
leaf fall

in the stilled shadows of night
fingering a rosary of regrets
again

next door's cat
the dog lets himself out
through the cat flap

damp grass
covered in sycamore leaves
compost worms

behind stone fence
a cloud of crows hover
graveyard

sad delight
unusual whiteness
first snow

late autumn
painted by the first frost
constellation of stars