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


flickers
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


September
the scarecrow welcomes
a butterfly


downhill
the old man's pitchfork
heavy with the sun


what I miss now:
my primary school
white starched collar


starless
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
solely
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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2 comentarii:

open book - leaves come and go from the story