On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


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

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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