One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


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 -

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)
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 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
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.
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
the world turns slowly green
rivers swell
Mountains of snow,
Search for a forage sparrows -
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

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!
through naked trees
the old cow stares:
skeletal trees turn negative
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
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
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

* * *

puoli vuotta valkeutta
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
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
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
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:

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
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.

flickering in the silence
corralled horses

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

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


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

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

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

into a velvet flower
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
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
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

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


autumn winds abate
take shelter in
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
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
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
autumn comes
yet stillness becomes
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
peninggalan bapak
he talks about
sickle moon
yellow rose
puts out three more buds
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.
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

* * *

joutsenet lähtevät
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
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

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

* * *

yö tulee varhain
koira johdattaa
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
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
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
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

twilight thoughts --
roots dreaming of what might be
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
your head from the rain
you leave

* * *

pääsi sateelta
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
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


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


separate from the beloved
connecting by name


near the gagan
time slips away
squalls of cold rain
yellow poppies are still
morning mist -
geometry lesson
of cobwebs


brouillard matinal -
la leçon de géométrie
des toiles d'araignée
rush hour
the mid-September brisk
Santa's elves rehearsing

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

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
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
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


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
the wherewithal
of splinters

circa: Sept. 7/10..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
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

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
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


kitty lies down
where our feet

warmth of reiki hands
autumn sun crosses
the long eagle feather