joi, 5 februarie 2015

23 haiku moments - winter 2015

muddy path
hard to say
which trace is older

morning sadness
the soft pink
of cold lime tree tea

grandma's thin voice
the soup ladder
fills with milk

a newspaper turned yellow
under  the firewood

old books 
filling the closet
the pain to let go

autumn begins
such merriment in the dance
of late butterflies

the scarecrow welcomes
a butterfly

the old man's pitchfork
heavy with the sun

what I miss now:
my primary school
white starched collar

my silence
mirrors, mirrors

heavy grape vault
the way we slip
over blacks

dark rings
mother's fingers
stirring the coffee

the woodpecker's home
in our garden -
empty rocking chair

the way we smiled
leaping over waves

a bigger shadow
engulfs my shadow -
moon rising

Gypsy children
their smiles
pinker than their shirts

on my own again
the fortune tellers
cross my way

no address
just our old photo
in an envelope

finally spring
raining through a hole
in my shoes

this mirror
framed in wood -
old man's razor

memories ...
unzipping the blue sheath
of my mandolin

peaceful Sunday
people come back from church
sharing umbrellas

star gazing
he memorizes
my palm lines


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