the leaf
lies down as him please
on my shoulder
I measure
the depth of my loneliness
when I look the rain
buried
in a pile of petals
autumn day
falling leaves
nothing but sad
- maple tree
a taste of mist
sweeter than berries
on my tongue
About me
воскресенье, 14 октября 2018 г.
Autumn 2018
the leaf
lies down as him please
on my shoulder
I measure
the depth of my loneliness
when I look the rain
buried
in a pile of petals
autumn day
falling leaves
nothing but sad
- maple tree
a taste of mist
sweeter than berries
on my tongue
воскресенье, 18 февраля 2018 г.
Goa.
When you get to an unfamiliar place, you do not need to make excursions: go to the market, yes to the station - and you will understand everything ...
среда, 14 февраля 2018 г.
traveling ..
a bird's voice
from green branches
within and without
Baga Beach
she looks me straight
into the eye
New haiku
fatty Tuesday ..
a cat's mewing
from the kitchen
silent evening —
sun shines on fiery red
with shade of blue.
smell of jasmine
mingles with the dust -
shared intimacy
apple pie -
houseflies buzzing
from the kitchen
winter of Tokyo..
a heater does its best
to warm the room.
a cat's mewing
from the kitchen
silent evening —
sun shines on fiery red
with shade of blue.
smell of jasmine
mingles with the dust -
shared intimacy
apple pie -
houseflies buzzing
from the kitchen
winter of Tokyo..
a heater does its best
to warm the room.
четверг, 8 февраля 2018 г.
New haiku
evening reflection -
below the setting sun
the cherry tree
hours of the morning..
I tuck my notebook
under my bed
galactic haiku..
I'm always awed by the view
through a telescope,
high and bright ..
blue moonlight
on the river
last call...
the old stone wall
still bright
below the setting sun
the cherry tree
hours of the morning..
I tuck my notebook
under my bed
galactic haiku..
I'm always awed by the view
through a telescope,
high and bright ..
blue moonlight
on the river
last call...
the old stone wall
still bright
New haiku
in an updraft...
who I might have been,
otherwise
cheerful February
browning of the meat
at picnic
prayers for peace...
the Big Dipper rises
from the starry sea
a different voice
my mind full
of mistakes
hope trumped fear.
I feel I can breathe again/
highs and lows.
who I might have been,
otherwise
cheerful February
browning of the meat
at picnic
prayers for peace...
the Big Dipper rises
from the starry sea
a different voice
my mind full
of mistakes
hope trumped fear.
I feel I can breathe again/
highs and lows.
New haiku
more twenty ...
my small son pauses
to catch his breath
snowy February ..
my daughter sees
a cloud of butterflies
weeds growing over ...
the swell of our conversation
deeper
gloomy February -
everything I joy
a pancake breakfast.
snowdrops
bathed in morning light -
her new poem
my small son pauses
to catch his breath
snowy February ..
my daughter sees
a cloud of butterflies
weeds growing over ...
the swell of our conversation
deeper
gloomy February -
everything I joy
a pancake breakfast.
snowdrops
bathed in morning light -
her new poem
суббота, 27 января 2018 г.
суббота, 20 января 2018 г.
понедельник, 15 января 2018 г.
New haiku
disappeared —
the dry leaves
under fallen snow
frost morning
scratches of my finger
at the window
frosty
smell of pine needles -
the light of the sun.
talk of war...
the retired generals
twitter in the skies
cold wind
my thoughts run
ahead of me
the dry leaves
under fallen snow
frost morning
scratches of my finger
at the window
frosty
smell of pine needles -
the light of the sun.
talk of war...
the retired generals
twitter in the skies
cold wind
my thoughts run
ahead of me
New haiku
frosty air
I must stop
to catch my breath
Polar day -
sky ablaze
longer lasting
darkness end ..
rising
a red disk of sun
Polar sun -
the dissolving
of long darkness
polar sun
the wonder of this wordless
a appearance
I must stop
to catch my breath
Polar day -
sky ablaze
longer lasting
darkness end ..
rising
a red disk of sun
Polar sun -
the dissolving
of long darkness
polar sun
the wonder of this wordless
a appearance
New haiku
looking together
across the snowfall
beggar and sparrow
pine- tree
white and catkins ...
New Year
dusk -
dangerous pavements,
a slip
frosty fog -
that maybe better
of hot tea
etching sky
packed in the snow
birdsong
across the snowfall
beggar and sparrow
pine- tree
white and catkins ...
New Year
dusk -
dangerous pavements,
a slip
frosty fog -
that maybe better
of hot tea
etching sky
packed in the snow
birdsong
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