New haiku

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

New haiku

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

New haiku

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

New haiku

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