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

rain--
crippled
by thirsty winds

in and out
morning mists
- end of summer


***

dehors et dedans
les brumes matinales
- fin d'été

writing

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 -
leaves
turning

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
mesmerised

at the place
where sun rises
crescent moon


***

à l'endroit
où le soleil se lève
un croissant de lune

lightning
spider cracks
in her sky

susurrus

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
sparrows

Kisses

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

thistledown
poised
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
------------------------------

losing

my voice while singing –

cutting cut grass

sunlight
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
www.withwords.org.uk/comp.html

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

Staffies:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffordshire_Bull_Terrier

Conkers:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aesculus_hippocastanum

The With Words International Online Haiku Competition 2010
http://www.withwords.org.uk/comp.html

.

altostratus
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

I

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

II

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
captivated
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


hujan
menyusup ke jiwaku
tik tik tik
cintamu memenuhi
telaga

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
beriringan

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

leaves
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
hollyhocks

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

dusk-
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

sunshine
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

sweetness
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
.

Shrimpflowers
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

summer

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

whispers
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
panhandling

after

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

Magnets

apricots fall
our outstretched arms
kindle motion
------------------

..circa 2005
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
-------------------------------

white out
writing about renga
on the balcony
.

summer

sawan's beard
flowing down
in liberty

penstemon
flowering on tall spikes
knapweed

the tulip tree
is sloughing off
brown leaves
I guess the summer
burned itself

spikes of Buddleia
fade to brown seed heads
Raspberries finish

summer

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
headache

backyard at dusk
sun sparkles in run off
fireflies appear

sweltering morning
soap shoots hot from dispenser
drooping red maple

summer

quick touches
with open palm
satguru's way

buddleia
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

summer

quick touch
of the open palm
maharaji

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

summer

clear day
bus in the gutter
by the way

a silent world
no schoolchildren to disturb
Monday solitude

summer

clear sky
puddles remain
in the streets

morning heat
intensified by cloud
a red rose

surrendering
into the heat dissolving
no thoughts, no will

summer

libation
emancipation drink
with african drums

summer

rain in sheets
flash flood conquers
open ground

sunshine
from a clear blue sky
bird droppings

July heat
grasshoppers make out
under a leaf

entering
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

summer

independent salesman
another's address
on the cd cart

summer

la nina take its toll
skies not clear
any more

summer

morning light
cat covers all
open places

the hiss of rain
though the long, humid night
a cooling fan

garden
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

summer

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

summer

emancipation day
blip goes the TV's
screen

summer

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

summer

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

moos
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

screams:
the little dog
fetching-in the rain

nimbostratus
sweeps in on black sails
buddleias tremble

river current's

shifting mirror, view into

the heavens

summer

liberated cat
eyes the window
next door

summer

free sunday
with no wife
nor kids at home

summer

congested streets
yet a free sky
still above

nimbostratus
brings a refreshing breeze
raspberries swell

thuderstorms
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

summer

he walks the streets
liberated
shirtless

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
shimmer

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

cumulostratus
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

thunderclouds
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

nasturtiums
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

chrysalis
my daughter whispers
"Let it be"

working with neighbor's kids
"Dirty is fine when you garden"
her eyes light up

raspberries
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

Longings

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
birds
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

solstice-
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

Solstice

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

9PM-
wondering where is
" the cool of the day"

midsummer
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
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..circa 2004..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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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


http://resonancefm.com/archives/4411

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:

ODE TO MY FATHER

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
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..circa 2008-9; Copyright Spiros Zafiris 2010
..channeled; spirit Harmony,
reaching into the poet's mind
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my blind neighbour
fingers each new bloom
...and smiles

clouds
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
earlier

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
Daisy

an open window's
summery noises; all
popsicle words
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..circa 2010; Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
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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

dimpsy
the quiet time
spent
with Barn Swallows
among drangways

S.Devon

.

dumpsy dark
the memory
of buttercups
and finding love
again
.

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
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..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's mind
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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
sandals
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..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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on my chair
daylight will come
if I don't mention it
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..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
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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

cuckoo-spit
in the parsley flowers
purple chives

gardenias
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
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..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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craving lemonade,
he settled for coffee
instant at that
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..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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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
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lavender
scents the night air
craneflies

.

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

snow-in-summer
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
.