четверг, 13 октября 2016 г.

New haiku

white chrysanthemums
without fragance

no words
for shade, which
fells on me

first snow...
new sensation
of life

autumn twilight
mingling with the sound
of  wind in pines

autumn twilight
color of withered fields

empty chairs
facing the TV

at my feet
so sharp ...
cemetery grass

New haiku

inch by inch
creeps across the terrace

morning dew
creeps across the leaf
the snail

the rainbow
lingers in the air
smell rain

a  souvenir
today in my pocket
autumn sunshine

on the horizon
shifting shapes
to and fro to and fro

New haiku

ehoes of rain --
wet socks
in my pocket

first frosts .
the scent of death
of chrysanthemum

feeling of fall..
rain punctures
the silence

morning fog---
slippery footsteps
in an unknown

Hurricane Matthew --
personal items
through a flooded street

on her saree
wrapped in morning light
scent of roses

пятница, 15 апреля 2016 г.

new haiku

foggy afternoon
only at one place

turns to spring
the last embers
of a makeshift campfire
as argument?

bus stop
gathered into the pile
cigarette butts

daffodils  –
one step closer
to summer

ins and outs
resolving to get
a compass

after the party
even the moon

white anemones
the eyes of a doll
stare past me

воскресенье, 13 марта 2016 г.

50 yeas ago...

New haiku

cough -
will loud even:

early spring -
after the scent
the pleasure

a tender look...
can have been it is
smile of spring

only the hollow sound
of my heart

melting snow..
that which keeps us
at home

суббота, 5 марта 2016 г.