lupins
open spikes of flowers
strawberries wilt

shift's end-
honeysuckle filled air
slow walk to the car

89-th WHA Haiga Contest
http://fitart.cs.land.to/89TH/haiga89.htm

cherries
turn pink on the tree
impatient blackbirds

summer feast
a lady with emerald earring
walks her chihuahua

humid night
feeling the drop of sweat
run down my back

hot
summer silence
until the wind
finds this last year's leaf and
starts drumming on the asphalt

a bird cheeps
in the rain-cooled air
mint and lavender

at the mall-
dad and son curled up with a book
under the men's socks

toadstools
appear for one day only
poppy seeds

along the meadow path
she picks poppies
more poppies
knowing her childhood
lasts in seasons

Inspired by Monet's Poppies Blooming

evening hedgehog
mouth full of snails
just so

pink cherries
fall unripe onto the grass
sour apples

carrot flowers -
a few stars
between clouds

***

fleurs de carotte -
quelques étoiles
entre les nuages

geraniums
made bright by raindrops
sparrows bathing

Haiga Online, June 2011

I push the trolley
full of mail up Milestone Road
it gets no lighter,
it seems, but a little goes
and then a little more goes

lawn lies still uncut
he sits day dreaming of love
dandelions in seed

early morning fog
puddles at the bottom
of the runoff

lupins
just coming to flower
slugs

splashes
in the garden pond
basking frogs

an apple
once picked long ago
in summer
by her hand
she must know knowledge within
darkness fills the world


Shadorma poem

morning commute
daylilies waving hello
as I park the car

a tinge of blue
on the lavender
cuckoo-spit

Storm Winds

wind weaves through tree tops
the leaves turn up and over
clouds race the dark storm

4:02 AM
birdsong
pierces the darkness

self-seeded poppies
flower against the wall
monks hood

back to basics
my lifeline speckled
in leaf light

birdsong and sunlight
a couple of rabbits bound
in and out of shade

a cluster of snails
lilies trumpeting
with orange horns

Melting iceberg

00.23 AM. The night is young and it's me grappling with a stack of paperworks on the desk while some junk emails await for removal. "You need spam blocker," she says, seeing my grumpy face, again, before my Macbook. She stands from her chair, heads for the bedroom and leaves me with my weary head. "Yeah, I know," I reply but she seems no longer in conversation mode.

My iTunes plays Suzi Quatro's Cat Size at the bottom of the customized vintage rock playlist. I take a sip of my coffee, feel how the sediment roughly slides down my throat, and turn on the room TV for a little distraction. The hotel clock shows 01.26 AM, I straighten my back and stop scanning the channels for climate update on Discovery.

melting iceberg
she's in satin lingerie
digesting Rumi

on the pond
a single ripple
from the fisherman's line

damp air
filled with lavender
cuckoo spit

guiding out of the nest
guiding back to the nest
the towhee father

first light
the coolnesss of the air
flees before the sun

shafts of sunlight
against the dark clouds
a crow's flight

dreaming of melon
sun melting on the skin
a spread of gold leaf
that is how I imagine summer--
and not this Northern drizzle

feathers ruffled
in an unexpected breeze
green plums fall

a blush of promise
on the raspberry canes
white garlic flowers

rose petals
scattered on the path
the cat, stalking sparrows

crystal clear night
nearly full moon undulates
in the pond

walking to the car
honeysuckle fills the air
melting the nights's issues

bees gather nectar
the first strawberries are
sweeter than honey

washed clean of dust
raindrops on the raspberries
the cat, damp

shadows
among the greenery
a flash mob of sparrows

bees on the lavender
a somnambulistic droning
distant monoplane

the coming of summer
laughing girl in a white skirt
rolls on the grass

(from NaHaiWriMo)

warm breezes hold a sweet sadness --
night train

in the pond
a white iris blooms
a blanket of weed

yellow allium
spreads delicate florets
beside the lavender

June comes...
he just got used to
the hydrangeas

(from NaHaiWriMo)

a grey squirrel
darts up a sycamore
dry leaves skitter

June

A longing
dawns pink clouds
a promise

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Photo: Tavs, Denmark

walking into work
wave of hot humidity
blanketing me