New haiku

yellowed  leaves
I roam into the way
of butterflies

desert twilight
sharp emptiness
of the approaching storm

autumn colors:
the old dog loses the scent
of its master

another autumn -
scent of the departed
around me

Tuesday-one more
    fallen leaf
Beneath the moon

bare trees...

bare trees...
the quiet passing
of autumn days

the autumn (Foto)

the earth moves –
each time I wake
something new

My garden (foto)

new haiku

street lights
baked pumpkin pie
for dinner

aroma of life
smell of rotten leaves
in the autumn blanket

the aroma of life
is even present in
in rotten leaves

sunset
several rose petals
holds the light

autumn rain.
pianoforte exists
by itself

autumn show
for a moment the leaf
follows along

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October red-yellow
a watercolor palette
on the canvas


birch leaf.
a watercolor palette
of autumn

 waxing moon
I so haven't learned
to forgive himself

full moon
my long shadow
deep silence

autumn's  story -
in each leaf
memoirs

morning breeze
shake loose the  dew
from roses

silent night
only lonesome sound
of a passing train

a flock of cranes
the irresistible urge to follow
toward south

Autumn (foto )

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rusty leaves
my reverie
about future

summer night
draw my star
in the sky

among the  white
one red rose
ablaze

permanent grayness,
caused by a deeper
in autumn

sensation cold
I draw a snowman
on window glass

Sunday morning:
make a garden
first freezing

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neglected garden
my world of fireflies…
for sale

lonely walk –
stolen by  clouds
shadows


summer aroma-
forgiveness
of all her selves

first frosts
hues change
in her voice

aquarelle –
the baby's fingers
in paint

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the first kiss
mama’s :
early morning

butterfly dance
long conversation
with the wind

spring breeze
dandelion seeds
new place

 is free
enjoy the rhythm ..
autumn rain

a shy moon:
pale reflection
on her kimono

My new haiku from notebook

summer scent,
they smell the bird-cherry
white nights

nonstop work
the fluttering of baterfly
over a flower

the autumn
the storm time -
our lake

yellow moon
hesitate to tell her
herbs yellow


early morning
herbal toothpaste
on my stubble

My new haiku

early autumn –
beside me
dew and spiderweb

amber sunset..
my favourite colour..
of  her eyes

autumn equinox
cold wind
in one direction

explosions ;
the silent prayers
of  mothers

autumn dusk
I shovel away
the shadows