On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


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