raindrops ripple
come and go
just like you

blackbirds
mark a lifeless doe
fall clouds

Autumn Haiku

winds rise from the north
cool whips of air encircle
latent thoughts of warmth

blue moon sinks
balance restored --

the sight of the full moon
brings back good memories
vanishing summer

through the broken fence
I can see the second full moon
of Autumn

No lies

the wind
tells me everything
no lies between us
surprises though often
late Summer days
 -

vinden
fortæller mig alting
ingen løgn mellem os
overraskelser ofte
sensommer dage

Late Summer Affair

the wind gently rattle the leaves
makes soft ripples through my mind
and slowly the Sun
heat my head up
to a drowsy state of mind
late Summer affair

-

vinden stille rasler med bladene
laver bløde krusninger gennem min hjerne
og langsomt varmer solen mit hoved
til en søvnig sindstilstand
en sensommer affærer

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'Jazz Record Requests'  -
trumpets of nasturtium
sway in the garden

moon viewing party--
a dove couple and I
share silence

(also on Haiku Bandit Society)

trees already leafless

trees already leafless

undressing now the sky…

I remain breathless

Diana Teneva

wind’s blowing

wind’s blowing -

ghost marooning

in open fields...

Diana Teneva

The Full Moon

the full moon
behind the clouds
the sound of rain

leaves in yellow, red

leaves in yellow, red –

I let them fall instead

little, tiny crumbs of bread…

barefoot and paleface

barefoot and paleface -

my tears rolling down efface

the raindrops with grace…

sitting cushion

sitting cushion
a friend for todays accident
viewing the full moon

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