On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


flight school -
pushing the fledglings
out of the nest
autumn -
the master spreads his
orange robe
crippled mother
the black of her eyes capture
a sketch of rainclouds
I swim inside the shadow of clouds
autumn takes hold and
on the back of hummingbirds
summer departs --
I touch bottom
by thirsty winds
in and out
morning mists
- end of summer


dehors et dedans
les brumes matinales
- fin d'été
when thirsty –
windmills turning
early commute
heat rises to meet the dawn
summer wind down
fewer blooms on the rose bush
aster opening
a mild scrape
on her knee didn't
worrywart her

..circa Sept. 8/10; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
warm weekend
enjoying summer's last hurrah
with popsicles
summer--no summer,
the more distant grocery
troubles my tootsies

..circa Spt.7/10; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into
the poet's mind
autumnal breeze -
freeway drizzle
he helps his only daughter
move out

The Herons's Nest
Vol. XII, No. 3, September 2010
labor day weekend
the smell of weed from
the party next door
spun sugar
all over the sky
Saturday market
heavily pregnant
she bends to the baby ducks
at the place
where sun rises
crescent moon


à l'endroit
où le soleil se lève
un croissant de lune
spider cracks
in her sky


A raven's wingbeats 
 throb across the morning sky 
 the rest is silence
last weekend of summer-
enjoying the garden before
it goes to sleep
fourth watch
watering the garden
under the moon
last night's rain
in next-door's birdbath


salient uppercuts,
thanks to the wind, leaves bestow
and call kisses

..circa September 2, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
bomb-ravaged field
sixty-five years later
a monument to peace
becoming another
stop for tourists

Notes From the Gean
Vol. 2, Issue 2, September 2010
sweltering afternoon
walking slowly to the car
in the back garden
a fox dismembers a bird
red apples fall
morning commute
carpet of crep myrtle leaves
fill the blocks' lawns

my only shady spot chopped down

Last weekend of Summer
the sun went on vacation
Tønder Folk Festival

in a tiny corner
of the sky- silent explosion
the color wave
dyes the clouds in pink
for a moment

waiting for a breeze

Featured Poem: Revelations by R.K. Singh

Featured Poem: Revelations by R.K. Singh
autumnal sunshine
the last spikes of buddleia
fade to brown
look at the flower,
from bud to alarming grace,
as you sip your tea

..circa August 31, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
my voice while singing –
cutting cut grass
filtered through willow leaves
a dead plum tree

the fall to silence
of tree frogs and cicadas
unmasks the trees' whispers

fresh breeze
mixing up the crows
with T-shirts

The With Words Haiku Competition 2010

autumnal rain
pelts down on the garden
poppies battered

a moment to savor
eating ice cream by moonlight
in my jammies

conker in its case–
I make friends with a Staffie
and its owner's shoe



The With Words International Online Haiku Competition 2010

becomes a bowl of grey
bees on lavender
august full moon -
carbage cans in the street
at first seats


pleine lune d'août -
les poubelles de la rue
aux premières loges
cold sunshine
the papery seed heads
of honesty
morning commute
tuxedo marked kitten
sits under street light
lavender pom-poms
washed and sparkling in the rain
darkening sloes

La De Dah....

chatting with folks
huge dragonfly
buzzes between us
skies open
summer rains
sea change
I chase
the remnants
of my broken dream
chilling the night
of your absence

In Sixty sunflowers:
Tanka Society of America Members’
2007 Anthology
myrtle flight
over a forest, I gaze down
into the green; the brown

..circa Aug. 25, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
dark clouds threaten rain
the dogs wait in the hall
while I shower
morning commute
dragon flies circling
last bloom on the bush
arriving home
cricket in my sink chirping
walking him back outside
a woman walks past,
her golden hair blown about
plums swell and ripen

the dance
of the butterfly
on the Buddleia stage
weekend afternoon
urban agriculture tour
swapping tips with busmate
clouded sun
office workers sneak
a smoke break
cabbage whites
colonise the buddleias
tiny garden clouds
Before the end of this month, I reluctantly decided to upload my haiga about Hiroshima and Nagasaki which were the recipients of atomic bombs killing hundreds of thousands people, mostly civilians on August 6 and 9, 1945.

sunshine and blue skies
the theme from Babylon Five
in the background
a sting
rolls over my body; these
warm days are parting

..circa Aug. 22, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
watery sunlight
leaves the garden in relief
hungry cat
stone table -
an ant crosses
the haiku book


table de pierre -
une fourmi traverse
le recueil de haïkus
last hour of work
time seems to be crawling
before I can play outside

Old Olive Grove


asleep in the olive grove
below us the sea
above - hills


awake in the olive grove
church bells, cicadas
shrill children's voices

Photo Old Olive Grove by Greenery
Monet's Haystacks
a group of crows tug
at twilight

Asahi online, Japan
20th August 2010

pearl cloud
in a crack of the sky's
drab shell

afternoon break
by a swaying rose
smear the skies
with leaf-shaped clouds
falling, falling

..circa: Aug. 18, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
the rain
penetrates my soul
drop by drop
your love
fills the lake

menyusup ke jiwaku
tik tik tik
cintamu memenuhi
one week past the new
Scorpio nibbles the moon
like a dinner mint

Summers End

summers dance with death
swaying to dry scorched gardens
first dark of falls night
rainy rush hour
leaves hydroplane through traffic
streets glisten with oil
Dancing on my left foot
the breeze -the right foot envious
in its plaster cocoon

I got a bite!-a haibun

Sunday is the day i like most these days. And today is the day. My boy in rubber boots leads me to a spring under a cluster of trees. His fishing rod, much taller than him, leaning on his shoulder, with the thin end pointing straight at my face. "I won't fail this time," he says, keeps on staggering along muddy causeway.

repeated pattern--
my footprints
next to his

It takes no time to get there before we throw the bait, an earthworm at the hook. "I'll catch the big ones," he says. Keeping his eyes down, breathing slowly, sensing any movement underwater with patience and eagerness, he pulls the line and something is struggling for a loose at the other end of the fishing line. I know, he's not happy with it but still there's a smile on his face. "Was your catch this small when you're at my age?"

Akhir-akhir ini aku sangat menyukai hari Minggu. Dan hari ini, anak lelakiku, dengan sepatu bot dari karet, berjalan di depanku menuju mata air di bawah pepohonan yang rimbun. Joran pancingnya, lebih tinggi daripada badannya sendiri, merunduk di atas pundaknya. Ujungnya menuding tepat ke wajahku. "Hari ini aku tidak boleh gagal," katanya sambil berjalan, sesekali terhuyung nyaris tergelincir, di pematang yang licin.

pola yang berulang--
jejak kami

Tak perlu waktu lama untuk mencapai mata air sebelum kami melempar kail dengan umpan cacing di ujungnya. "Mudah-mudahan dapat yang besar," ia menggumam. Matanya tertuju ke air, nafasnya lambat, syaraf di telapak tangannya mengindera setiap gerak di bawah air. Sesuatu tampak meronta di ujung senar pancing saat ia mengangkat jorannya. Aku tahu, ia tidak begitu puas melihat hasil pancingannya, tapi senyum tetap saja mengembang di wajahnya. "Waktu ayah seumurku, dapatnya juga sekecil ini?"
studying taxonomy
i identify you among those
kinds of water lilies

belajar taksonomi
aku mencandramu dari
rupa-rupa teratai
wrapped in light
await autumn
just shadows for company
the Big Dipper obscured
by night cloud
morning commute
chill in the morning air
signals change to come
a lone leaf
fallen in puddle
seeks shelter
rain in the sun
how long it takes
to recolor memories?

berapa lama kita
mewarnai ulang kenangan itu?
hujan siang bolong
O forest life
O every twinkle; no mere
woman are you

..circa..Aug.16, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
beneath a vast, empty sky
I walk alone
summer evening
dead thrushes
at the bottom of the garden
the compost heap broils
washing my feet
after this long walk
in shallow water
the memory of you
runs downstream

membasuh kakiku
setelah perjalanan ini
di sungai kecil
kenangan tentangmu
larut dalam arus
fingers of sunshine
dance through the whispering leaves
sparrows flirting
summer morning -
a dead fly
on the white tablecloth


matin d'été -
une mouche morte
sur la nappe blanche
a branch falls
the day after
the storm
a day you promised
to not leave me forever
feels like yesterday
in my cabinet, a box full
of our memorabilia

seperti baru kemarin
kau berjanji tak kan pernah pergi
di lemariku,
satu kardus penuh
memorabilia berdebu
lavender spikes
bent under the strength of the wind
briefly a Pipistrelle bat
is mistaken as part 
of the Perseid meteor shower
I will never make that mistake
with you
under one blanket
small whispers
falling asleep
under evening shadow
blossoms shimmer --
garden vespers
rain paints the ground
a darker shade of purple
fresh blackberries
white hibiscus catching
the last light of day
big mahuf meeting
tempers in the building
come to a boil
early morning,
the sound of doors
opening and closing
peeps through the clouds
wild arum blooms
sunny path
a tree offers its shade
I bow
a stream of memories
leaving behind
remnants of a dream
sunlight curves
follows the river --
drought carving a brittle edge
the dog sleeps
in the shadows of leaves
motorbike rumblings
all sucked out:
buddleia's brown blossom
a small leaf
spins at the end of
invisible spiders thread
in the warm night air
enjoying the garden
before the air swelters
cirrus clouds
drift across a summer sky
poppy seeds scatter
no more seriousness -
childrens laughter
in every room

the secret
of the sky's
eternal youth-
its wrinkled picture
veiled by the lake
afternoon break
fleeing the humidity
inside the cold box
unexpected heat
brightens the evening
plums darken
wedding party
a mother carries a heart
on her handbag
drip white petals on damp earth
fading roses
almost dawn
an empty bottle
near the phone

The Heron’s Nest
Vol. VIII, No. 4, December 2006

I am waiting
for her call out of quiescence
persistent hatchling


july 27th
bold penetrating eyes
of hazur
summer moon -
even bats have got
a shadow


lune d'été -
même les chauves-souris
ont une ombre
patchwork sky
stitched together with stratus clouds
blackberries ripen
early commute
single rain drop on winshield
prisms the dawn
crossing the lake
dusk eerily plummets
into heavier hues

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Harmony
the chill of the wind
raises goose-flesh on my arms
well-written horror
evening delight
single orange passion bloom
on the wilted vine

dawn light
a blue heron's path across
wide summer sky
rain on my window
towels in the wash
mid morning break
ripples on the river
as a mosquito lands

Cicadas Song

cicadas sing their song of love
deep in august heat
now are still
those that wait
lie buried deep

rain falling softly
on its long journey to the sea
apples redden

within the darkness
the whirring pulse of crickets
entrances me

hospice visit
for the third time
she asks the name
of her daughter
holding her hand

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 2
March/April 2010
falling star -
my wish lost
in the Milky Way


étoile filante -
mon vœu s'est perdu
dans la Voie Lactée
forgotten glass jar
left outside, brewing at night
moon tea
fourth watch commute
rabbit dashes in city street
squealing breaks
light rains
a duck nibbles
the riverweed
lily filled river
ducks snooze
in the mid-day sun
loud clattering
of the recycling lorry
jackdaw on the roof
weekend afternoon
lone fly buzzes
on ripening pepper
perennial grass...
grizzled man in fatigues


after the funeral
dodging deep puddles
in the long grass

gerald england

beautiful flowers
colorful and artificial
disappointed hummingbird
yellow poppy
searching for the sunshine
vetch rambles on


apricots fall
our outstretched arms
kindle motion

..circa 2005
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
white out
writing about renga
on the balcony


sawan's beard
flowing down
in liberty
flowering on tall spikes
the tulip tree
is sloughing off
brown leaves
I guess the summer
burned itself
spikes of Buddleia
fade to brown seed heads
Raspberries finish


open floor
satguru's eyes
locked on his
evening commute
lighting dances in the coulds
tracking the sun:
bent tree branches,
drank up river...
zero-return investment
her letter
under my pillow
seated in my chair
I soar over the big bridge
over the railway
the rabbits on the golf course
carry on chewing their grass
sunshine and leaden skies
cumulonimbus in the west
backyard at dusk
sun sparkles in run off
fireflies appear
sweltering morning
soap shoots hot from dispenser
drooping red maple


quick touches
with open palm
satguru's way
all winter concocting
this sweetness
raspberry canes
collapse into the lavender
knapweed's miniature suns
rainclouds overhead
and the funeral
silently racing
afternoon delight
red hibiscus veiled
with black lace sambuca


quick touch
of the open palm
sister telling
about today's sunrise -
white side of cedar leaves
rustling together
dark clouds roll in
a distant rumbling
bin collection day
swollen full moon
travels through gossamer clouds
on an inky sky
sparrows forage
in dappled morning sunshine
the cat sleeps
the roses bloom
side by side with weeds
her long long absence

Sketchbook, Vol. 4, Issue 2
March/April 2009
back from vaction
melons ripening on the vines
green grass in the lawn


clear day
bus in the gutter
by the way
a silent world
no schoolchildren to disturb
Monday solitude


clear sky
puddles remain
in the streets
morning heat
intensified by cloud
a red rose
into the heat dissolving
no thoughts, no will


emancipation drink
with african drums


rain in sheets
flash flood conquers
open ground
from a clear blue sky
bird droppings
July heat
grasshoppers make out
under a leaf
the garden; already reaching
to nurture

..circa 2010; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
lavender batons
bobbing in a weak breeze
blackbirds steal cherries
sidewalk frenzy
the homeless boys fight
for a tossed quarter

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, Issue 1, Jan. 2010
a whisper of north wind
lifts the curtain --
your finger tracing my spine


independent salesman
another's address
on the cd cart


la nina take its toll
skies not clear
any more


morning light
cat covers all
open places
the hiss of rain
though the long, humid night
a cooling fan
full of the sea's roar -
the crow's nest sways
a blackbird singing
on the roof of the shed
dappled sunlight

Upper Deck

the tree's upper deck;
breeze vies with cosmic secret
to impress an owl

..circa 2004
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
sparrows bathe
in puddles of night rain
reflected clouds
flaming fuchsias
an aria bursts
from a window
up ahead -
washed sky and
fluffed white clouds


sunday morning
born free song
playing on radio
sounds are muffled
under low-hanging clouds
even children whisper
prayer garden
the answered ones
are blooming

For the story behind this, go my haikuharvest blog
plying the oars...
through noodle-infested waters
and eddies of cheese

.circa 2010; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
light breeze
drops into stillness
the hiss of rain


emancipation day
blip goes the TV's


emanicipation day
the TV screen
goes grey
blue skies return
midnight-shaded buddleias
wait for butterflies
lovers' cliff
a torn scarf totters
near the water's edge

Notes from the Gean
Vol. 2, Issue 1, June 2010
rain-soaked sun
sheds its sultry light:
her bare back
safe from sun
under nascent leaf
a gold fish


lookout my friend
our sky is no longer
clear of dark clouds
the ripe barley
hairy in the sun
a train screams by
the morning breeze
smells of metal and mountains
last of the raspberries
the soothing harmony
of falling drops from
freshly watered leaves
a cow on the roadside
halfway to funeral
crescent moon
fifteen days to go
a star in waiting
cricket song
how familiar it is
my mother's voice

Ambrosia, issue 5 Summer 2010
the little dog
fetching-in the rain
sweeps in on black sails
buddleias tremble

river current's
shifting mirror, view into
the heavens


liberated cat
eyes the window
next door


free sunday
with no wife
nor kids at home


congested streets
yet a free sky
still above
brings a refreshing breeze
raspberries swell
dance across the sky at dusk
parched lawns rejoice

I am defined by sunlight
dissolved by the
grey swell of cloud

Photo Grey Cloud Blue Sky by roujo
frilled poppies
clutch raindrops tight as lovers
lavender spikes
strains of ukulele
fill the sultry night
she fingers the dried lei
and hugs the memories
he left behind

Modern English Tanka
Vol. 2, No. 3, Spring 2008
afternoon showers
wringing the mugginess
out of the air
overnight rain
drips from the willow branches
humidity climbs
washing left out
is whipped by the wind
yellow petals
morning breeze
tinkling the wind-bell -
the master stops talking
against steely skies
spikes of purple buddleia
birds steal cherries
inhaling the dawn

I hoard away its coolness--

before the day's torpor
It comes from within
my soul mate has it too
vacation aura
fresh currant jam
picked from a wild bush
patio yawnings


he walks the streets
descending dusk
curled maple leaves unfold
mimosas close

can i have an editor's eye look at this for me?
so hot!
wring shops will spring up
to dry us for a second
..circa 2010; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
fallen leaves
caught by a cool breeze
pattering raindrops
long summer evening -
the light confidences
of jasmine


long soir d'été -
les confidences légères
du jasmin

I'll be out until the beginning of August : be inspired and have an excellent summertime !
sunlit lake
dragonfly wings
4 PM-
107 in the city
slow walk to the car

musings at dusk
as garden pants in the heatwave
weeds are flourishing

4 AM-
80 degrees in the moonlight
watering the garden
the air weighs heavy --
our words sink to skin and bones

sun at high noon heat
wilts all within it's wide path
shadows melt beneath

I rise soaked in sweat
it's fluid movement alive
reaching the dry beds

hot dry river beds
fire scorched plants wilt at birth
mother earth ignores
blanketing the sky
we hope for rain
heat wave reurns
brown and tan spread through the lawn
kids walk down the streets
Clematis blooms
in cerise and midnight blue
school prom girls
the frail woman
in a wheelchair enjoys
her cigarette

Sketchbook Vol. 3, No. 10
October 2008

a week without rain
flowers seek the cool shadows
cracked earth trails falling petals

hot day under sun
haze dazzles lily's by noon
summers grip is strong
handicapped outing -
childrens' laughter
drowning out the thunder
you don't know
how hard it is to master
since you've been away
talking only
to a pillow
spring water--
i turn myself into
slope and valley
pass across the evening sky
swifts catching insects
up and down byways
of leaf-shade solemnity
tiny creatures weave

..circa 2010; Copyright Spiros Zafiris 2010
Swifts dance
against the blue sky
crows shouting

Praise Ennobled

summer sky,
outstretched wings ennoble
our praise
..circa 2009; Copyright 2009 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
aconitum flowers in
tall spikes of evening blue
delphinium fades
from shadow to sun
from sun to shadow
my morning run


de l'ombre au soleil
du soleil à l'ombre
ma course matinale
scraping the sky
from the gray clouds
- the wind
holiday weekend
in an old historic town
tourist season here
dedicated bird
diligently builds her nest
poops on my window
provide a splash of red
self-seeded snaps
watching wildflowers
with their wayward daughter
still hard to fathom
why her mom
left them
long weeknd plans-
chillin', grilling and tillin'
readin' and eatin'
overcast and cooler
leaves fall from the trees
the plum dies
my daughter whispers
"Let it be"
working with neighbor's kids
"Dirty is fine when you garden"
her eyes light up
hold promise in red speckles
next-door's cat glares
visit with nurse-
"oh, you have poison ivy"
as I show her my arm
morning commute
moon barely hidden
in white lacy clouds
the heron stiffens -
squelch of
the old man's leaky boots
overnight rain
has departed by first light
nasturtiums bloom
barbecue scent mingles
with children’s laughter
inside their fence
outside, two homeless kids
share a burnt burger

Modern English Tanka
Vol. 3, No. 3, Spring 2009
Disembodying image
another creation for my eyes
mind the clouds
the night’s token
on my window-
sleeping firefly

sunset -
a red ribbon
in her hair
wild strawberries
clustered around a stone bench
tiny hard apples
The white nights,
Hide in sleepy wood
Light shades


White cliffs of Dover
sailing through my blue sky
why travel?

My Hammock

here in my hammock...
mountain or sea can wait
my admiration
..circa 2009; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
sea pinks
with their pom-pom blooms
mosquito larvae
first summer night -
a few stars at the bottom
of the jasmin


première nuit d'été -
quelques étoiles tombées
au pied du jasmin
yellow roses
drop petals on the grass
clematis blooms
slightly cooler day
no new brown patches
in the neighbor's yards
blue lobster
now in hot water
and red in the face

summer heat
our bodies move electric
in a sunset glow

between dusk and moon set
a lightening strike
our bodies rise
morning heat
the Victoria plum tree
sheds leaves and fruit
summer heat
pink and white crepe mrytles
explode into bloom

summer heat
bird walking in the shade

summer heat
the neighbor's kiddie pool
looks oh so tempting
wild strawberries
like tiny red hearts
green gooseberries
May ended
no signs of monsoon--
arms open

sticky heat
flying low

late for work
she calls sick
soccer mom

World Haiku Review
Vol. 5, Issue 2, Jan. 2007
holding up the night sky
raspy love song
lone cicada
vista at dusk-
lightning filled clouds herald
incoming thunderstorm
garden tasks
the hem of my skirt
wet from watering
arc of blue
where dawn and dusk
almost touch
still scorching outside
cone flowers and say lillies
wave in the breeze
watching the moon rise
as I lay in bed
solstice -
the moon waiting
for the day to end
late wallflower
a splash of yellow blooms
amongst the mint
Behind horizon,
There, where a red decline
Holiday of day
Summer in June.
Silence of blue lakes.
White nights


First day of summer-
celebrating with bright flags-
laundry on the line

For photo click here
last rays of light
tiger lilies strain on thin necks --
fairy wands
wondering where is
" the cool of the day"
the land already baking
poppies wilt

not loving, the way I used to love
a negative sign
of aging
a positive sign
not hating, the way I used to hate

aloof and ready
to declare war, the turtle,
as the rabbit nears
..circa 2004..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
short long short ...
an inchworm measures
my garage door
the sun peeps past
a steel-grey edge of cloud
thrushes chatter
on the rooftop
we inhale the moonlight
with the adenium
sports day -
swifts, swift
among the childrens' feet
oh, what pain...
I try to listen
to yesterday

weaving up the deck screens
racing the ivy
golden trumpet vine
early morning__
sleepy primrose
nod their heads
silent and deep
it overflows
Father's love

Check also this link to my poem
on my Dad's passing:

yellow roses
nod above tendrils of nightshade
sunlight through sycamores

Nurtured Roses

elegance blooms
when she smiles and her eyes
bless one
with the enchantment
of perfectly nurtured roses
..circa 2008-9; Copyright Spiros Zafiris 2010
..channeled; spirit Harmony,
reaching into the poet's mind
my blind neighbour
fingers each new bloom
...and smiles
glower at the earth
avian chorus

riding the night air
honeysuckle fills me
for a moment

open window honeysuckle and sea spray first embrace
garden of red roses
dark, forbidden
climbing trellis and gable
yellow roses
provide a home for aphids
lines of farmer ants
a butterfly
the rose a bee touched

breathe in the night
that bottomless black reviver
of the new day

house of white roses
heavy headed
tossed on the breeze
in the fourth watch
birdsing symphony
to the melon dawn
budding rose
lifting its face
to the morning rain
Thousand smiling faces
hailing from the green carpet
an open window's
summery noises; all
popsicle words

..circa 2010; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
herbaceous bed
lit by dappled sunshine
a riot of greens
red petunias
I see gnomes with their footballs
training for England
your cotton shirt
pressed against my cheek --
above us pine needles tap stars

(revised 6/17)
blue geraniums
sunshine on yesterday's raindrops
yellow poppies bloom
the quiet time
with Barn Swallows
among drangways

dumpsy dark
the memory
of buttercups
and finding love
scorching afternoon
my garden and I chillin'
under the sprinkler
lavender brushes
wait to ripen in sunshine
tiny green pears

in the green ceiling
of leaves- blinking holes, quickly
filling with sky

morning rain
drops of water fall
from yellow roses
after midnight
the heat wave lets me
have a coffee

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's mind
a wasp
buzzing against the window
morning birdsong
breezy morning
a hint of the day's heat
flows over my skin
quick break–
the Common Blue Damselflies
gliding in packs
two blackbirds
carry worms to a nest
London Pride
O moonlight,
I hardly need

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
on my chair
daylight will come
if I don't mention it
..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony

keeping the beat-
one, two, three, four, five, six, light-
for a firefly

in a small freckled face 
the universe revealed --

Midafternoon. Two nine-year-old boys with hoses, visible
only as silhouettes given the sun's low angle. The light is
as brilliant as the sun is hot, reflecting in the spray of
their water weapons. And then I catch sight of my son's face.

the best thing about
this angle of light
is your glowing smile

blazing dawn-
sun moves up the hi-rise canyon
scrambling for words
horizontal rain
washes out the market
Blackbirds collect worms
in the parsley flowers
purple chives

fighting the rain
with bare sweetness

the station approach
a man and his dog training
for the world cup match
back again...
to the sparkling allure
of a flower

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
craving lemonade,
he settled for coffee
instant at that
..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
rain hisses
on sun-baked pavement
ants scatter
scorching afternoon
flies at end of picnic table
let our repast be
sultry weather
a rider on a horse
in the clouds
wild geranium
at the base of the hedgerow
blackbird's nest
wall hopping magpie
how can one be for sorrow
if I am smiling
the hiss of rain
and the crack of thunder
yellow poppy blooms
working outside
sweating in the hot June sun
cackling crow
Tiptoe on the lake
Swans take off
a faint rustle in my mind?

Wind To Help

will glory embrace
the small bird hoping to fly
hark, a gust of wind!
** **
..circa 2004
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
scents the night air
last look at the stars
the warm night brings a hello
from a needlemouse

(The Japanese call hedgehogs needlerats or needlemice.  My Akita guests call them needlemice which I much prefer.)
on the path
a robin glares at the dogs
honeysuckle scents
grey skies threaten rain
a blackbird carries worms
to a hedgerow nest
hardly a month ago
I relished the smell
of newly mowed grass
rain and clouds
looking for sky residue
in the hydrangea

ants in the sun
the old lady waits
for her tortoise
dinner on the porch
we watch the rabbits eat too
soft, silent rain falls
borders the streetward steps
ants in the compost
first summer rains
a petal makes a typo
at a gravestone date
hottest day
the jackdaw feeds off
a toilet overflow