Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 01, 2023

Adios for a while

Surrounded by books
writing is nothing but joy.
And nights getting long.

Monday, April 17, 2023

Harbingers of spring

Busy visitor
Mason bee meets daffodil
Harbingers of spring

Monday, December 12, 2022

Beers & Books CCXLIX – Tanka and Haiku

Japanese Seasons
Tanka and Haiku
from thirteen
centuries

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue



* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Saturday, January 02, 2021

Conifers

Reminded I feel
of japanese poetry
and kalligraphy

 

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

World Champions

And the Winner is:
Nation of Procrasti!
Who cares about peace?!

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Time to relax

I think I'll be there
contemplating, pondering.
At least now and then.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Destination

A hot day it was.
Hot and humid. And my heart
was full of great joy.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Friday is Skyday

It was a fine place
to speak about refugees.
And to talk with some.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Friday is Skyday

Friday the 13th
completing a sun orbit.
What a fine omen.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Signs of Autumn

Four ...

Six ...

Nine ...

More and more migrants
are gathering day by day.
Their aim: Africa.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Poor Children

Toys in abundance.
What did they teach two children?
I want more more more! ...?

Monday, August 14, 2017

On the Road

A misty morning.
No supremacists around.
Weather knows no race.



Tuesday, August 01, 2017

August beginning

What a mess, you think?
Well, it is: And it is not.
It's diversity.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Friday is Skyday

He smiles happily.
Poodle resting on his head
seems deeply relaxed.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Friday is Skyday

After a tempest
looking northwards of Seanhenge
enjoying great peace

Bloomsday, not Joyceday

Thus spake Leopold:
If it were to honour Joyce
it would be Joyceday.
Bloomsday

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Feeding us

Boring photograph?
It does bear a promise, though.
One year's potatoes.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Back under my roof

They were late this year.
I'd started to worry, but:
Hurray! They are back.