New haiku

November -
the children fun catch
first snowflakes

snowbreak -
watching the steam rise
from hot  tea

downpour -
became unusable
bicycle paths

flowers in the rain -
bee finds odor
under my umbrella

the first snow
is of itself..
snow

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night nightmares -
I am there
but not there

rain.
all day rain -
her  hands folded in prayer

summer night ,
the silent prayer
of fireflies

white flies
the ups and downs -
winter storm

moments, moments!
change of mood -
my life with you 

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all is gone again,
like that dream
of last night

in the seashell
the wind brings the song
of  the sea

that day to
beneath a hat of snow
a snowman's smile

for you the crow
the night must be long...
and lonely

falling snow
and nothing but
loneliness

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fainter and fainter !
flickering lights of fireflies
disappears

subway station -
he says he still
loves her

 a dreary day
I catch myself in ....
the mood of a haiku.

lottery prize -
even the beggar
buys dreams

autumn wind
hides in the sleeve
of the scarecrow

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long days.
a spider on the wall
snow outside

summer sun.
a moss on barren stones
feels the warmth

first snowflake
then another and another
and another…?

hobo
he has only the moon
to talk  to

Getting older!
shelter from cold winds
winter coat

December weather
she gets so restless.
old bones!

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just like that!
I'll speak to the moon
face to face.

this snow
by the roadside
calmness

a road along
blink in  dusk
glow

new day
fear and doubt
inside of me


a bustling avenue
walking - near
other shadows

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look east
sunflowers at night -
waiting

morning –
chirping birds
and irksome fly

waiting for rain
not like the mosquitos
wait of rain

warm coffee
wandering thoughts;
winter clouds

deep breath.
Anyhow
deep breath

overcast!
the air here just hanging
just hanging there

bright night ;
walks and talks
on the phone

visualized –
I look for the moon
the super moon

warm days ;
a bird on a branch
is swaying

aroma
lingers in the kitchen ..
it’s dinner time

sunlight
through the window ;
a fly buzzes

this morning
moon sitting in a tree;
it is fun.
....
morning ;
at cloud’s edge
a slice of moon

November –
nice to wake
with sunshine

it’s cool !
barefoot
In the grass

warmth !
snow slides off the roof
because

dark morning
and the scent of rain –
halfway

lightning again
the same place again –
it’ll rain


dark morning –
all things point to
the start of winter

behind glass
alone
with bubbles

Kizhi Pogost (Russian: My photo)

Kizhi Pogost (Russian: Кижский Погост) is a historical site dating from the 17th century on Kizhi island. The island is located on Lake Onega in the Republic of Karelia (Medvezhyegorsky District), Russia. The pogost is the area inside a fence which includes two large wooden churches (the 22-dome Transfiguration Church and the 9-dome Intercession Church) and a bell-tower. The pogost is famous for its beauty and longevity, despite that it is built exclusively of wood. In 1990, it was included in the UNESCO list of World Heritage sites and in 1993 listed as a Russian Cultural Heritage site.

New haiku

temple garden
a boulder stands
looking at stars

fingers
on the piano keys
quietly singing

the geese fly off ..
through the open window
singing others

by nightfal
skims a river of stars ;
winter's chill

soft chords
on the piano keys
fall snowflakes

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wisteria blossoms -
you smile at life
you smile at death

early morning
the healing therapy
of birdsong

whole year
the same fan
with the same motive

this  is mine !
snow seems lighter
on my hat

snow clouds
passing at midnight;
the cold!

tinkling
join to the snow
wind bell

A Cherita

A Cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse.
It was also inspired by Larry Kimmel's sensitive recognition of a shorter form contained within the opening three-verse stanza of ai li's LUNENGA, which had been created on the 27 May 1997
http://www.into.demon.co.uk/linked/cherita.htm


My first attempt to write Cherita

november snow

I was hurrying to work
voice of my wife stopped me

sometimes she speaks things
she wants to express by cry -

Photo

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it is silent
from the day it is made —
the scarecrow.

The autumn woods;
Here and there
Trees yelow

november dusk
a cat's eyes catch
the headlights

mountain path
wind to play
with me

sparrows
merciless to them
the frigid air

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on a bank
the waves cannot wash —
the first snow.

first snow
enough to witen grass
in the garden

in different  sides

crow turns his head;

autumn wind

in different  sides

weathercock turns;

autumn wind

From the window

Watching snowflakes.

How  will they fall?

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fragrant pines
doors of a temple gate
open

winter
day after  day
in its burrow.

And I recall
The garden in fallen leaves.
Winter begins

a sleepless night
sound of rain
says what I think.

Halloween

Halloween Party
Blood-Red
Bite Night

beginning of winter
spirits of the Dead
return.

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waking from a dream ;
suddenly I find
I have wings

in one side
or in the other..
autumn wind

deep longing -
the first scent
of the snow

drifting snow
taking another look
at my walk

summer evening
in high spirits
time passes

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in humility
trees leaning
in the wind

winter begins...
against my window
white moths

snowflakes
scintillate and
melt

autumn chill --
wail of a stray dog
through the silence

first snow
disappears
shade of green

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progressively
less yellow &
more white

owing to snow
the beauty of the mountains
the wild pearl

leaves rustle
interrupts
with each step
the thoughts

desert sands …
lone star twinkles
on an ancient sky

old umbrella
leans against the wall
recovered from the rain

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funnelling winds
taking another look
at the moon

The fruit grove
among fallen leaves
scent  of harvest

new moon .
a flicker of light
embracing darkness

a huge Tsunami –
only every year
cherry blossom

not yet winter ..
my hands turn red
further and further

fragile beauty

During the past three years since I have turned my hand to the Japanese forms of haiku, tanka  I have met the most amazing people who, daily, touch me with their words, their wisdom and their acts of kindness and generosity. Through them, my world has,   larger, and definitely richer.

My tanka

below
crunching snow
underfoot
 a stray dog bares his teeth
to the moon

first snow
breathes warm
melancholy
on the frosted glass
of my memory.

cold fog
trembling wings
of butterfly
excursions into the unknown
from some fairy tale

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morning stroll…
the elusive scent
of the autumn

alone
cry of a bird
first snow

Japanese Garden
taste of autumn lingers
among the rocks

Spoon sweets
the light touch
of your words

grilled fish –
the slow unravelling
of bones

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roaring sea
a lone fisherman
crosses himself

the imagined -
in soft moonlight
her a spell

the illusion -
look at alone
two moons

through the fog
the groundless optimism
to manoeuvre

morning walk
sweet song of a bird
my words

The autumn

morning stroll…
the elusive scent
of the autumn

 attractive...
only a dangerous gleam
in your eyes

 somehow
the changing shades
nonstop

 drizzle 
and shine -
invites through open door

 my dog and I
an exchange of glances
attracts

 life is good...
get all the answers
in a sleep

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clouds..
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
damp-smelling

morning
empty chairs
facing the TV

at my feet
so sharp ...
cemetery grass

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inch by inch
creeps across the terrace
shadows

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

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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

new haiku

foggy afternoon
only at one place
glimpses

winter
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
swaying

white anemones
the eyes of a doll
stare past me

50 yeas ago...

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cough -
will loud even:
alone

early spring -
after the scent
the pleasure

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

insomnia..
only the hollow sound
of my heart

melting snow..
that which keeps us
at home

My St-Peterburg (Russia)