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