Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun


the grass sparkles
under a layer of frost
morning sunshine

light rain–
a blackbird’s sub-song
shares the evening

During the winter, Blackbirds can often be heard quietly "singing to themselves" within undergrowth, this is called sub-song.  Blackbirds quietly practise these songs in the run up to the courting season.

sandy beach
striated by wind and frost
seagulls cry
When the ice pools melt,
dark quagmires of mud and silt
suck at careless feet.
holy transitions—
wayside puddle congealing
then thawing again
cavorting in blue
magpies scatter
icy moon -
a white shape escapes
from a chimney


lune glacée -
une forme blanche s'échappe
d'une cheminée
dark, ancient forest
endless, snow covered branches
as I drive to work
after the snow
trees bent nearly double
but not broken
dawn already...
the old Moon is still
courting Venus
snow day
helping neighbor with her car
while shoveling mine out
a calm forest
single snow-crusted pine
swaying silently

* * *

hiljainen metsä
yksi luminen mänty
huojuu ääneti
dry leaves crackle
in their brown winter drifts
patches of blue
drifts of white
lace the windows --
pearled edge of lunacy
solar light come on
in the night-time garden
next door's dog, barking
the salt stains
in the elevator show
where to stand
perfect rime can stay
unphotographed —
hands capture warmth
the yip yip of a fox
in the midnight velvet street
two cats, shouting
clouds rise
like bubbles in the blue
roadworker grumbles
winter winds
red from the nandina's berries
spills over the leaves
stratus clouds
claw in from the horizon
a cat slinks past the fence
a bitter wind
drives away the sparrows
dogs argue at the fence
morning commute
the moon and I take turns
leading the way
the moon
in a puddle
- nearly full


la lune
dans une flaque
- presque pleine
clouds form
a cold blanket above
dogwood stems rattle
thunder snow
the school's whiteboard
matches the sky
snow falls
through the tall pines
wanting to stay

* * *

sataa lunta
hiljaa honkien alle
jäisin tähän
glacier of tail-lights
flowing imperceptibly
envy the bikers
gilds the altostratus
gulls on streetlight
In full Moon
frozen branches
strange tales from faraway

rather tired
of my baking
both the blue jay and I
a dog's bark
echoes from brick walls
freezing air
monring commute
tailpipe fog lurches forward
with the green light
the lady next door
dressed to the nines to walk her dog
frosty pavement
bleary solar orb
 still gummy with last night's mists
barely sees the day
cyan sky
bleached white by the sunrise
cat on the windowsill

playing with the dog
in the fresh snow
two kangaroos

* * *

koiran kanssa
uudessa lumessa
kaksi kengurua

a chill breeze, damp
cat at the open window
freezes the whole house
the last drop
from the icicle
the sun inside it
a bitter wind
bends the trees almost double
sparrows huddle
Three Kings Festival
the battery goes flat
on the 4x4
melting snow -
pieces of bread scattered
on the lawn


neige fondante -
des morceaux de pain épars
sur la pelouse
chocolate cake
uneaten on the bird table
wet leaves
mirrors in the garden
only reflect grey clouds
a thrush looks for snails
summer's blue
now, a shoulder's scab
a wintry haze
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram

wrapped in white quiescence
stillness adheres to the world
my breath alone moves

through the blizzard
particles of me
soft clouds whisper
across a powder-blue sky
blue tits return
hang from bare cherry branches
ribbons for good fortune
icicles align
with tree trunks - flawless
winter asana
I hear it
through the whispering pines-
winter's song

(First posted on my blog, Softspoken)
bitter winds
dry the night's puddles
abandoned nest
makes a nest in the hedge
sparrows scatter

he asks Santa
for a ticket to Mars
and a suitcase

Not a haiku but a renga verse
fluttering shadow
on the snow-covered driveway
American flag
sweet, creamy goodness
of a proper tea
poured in the morning darkness
edges of sunshine
creep around skulking clouds
two magpies
Full moon
Behind the old tree ...
Fantastic sight !
Through the window
The wise old white owl
And shadows of darkness
With the blizzard
Fills the winter evening
old letters
whisper thin --
sunlight through a veil of snow


it’s white out there
falling flakes
angels still beating duvet
crunchy snow -
a truck of frozen food stops
at the neighbor's house


neige craquante -
un camion de surgelés
s'arrête chez les voisins
a brightness of clouds
next-door's snowman
becomes a rabbit
bare branches,
outside my window,
say you're not an omen
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
another snowfall
monochromes the fields
magpies flicker
the birdtable
has been left unvisited
the bare trees empty
morning rain
patters against the window
ticking clocks
sky shift           空の変化
a Chinese lantern         中国のランタン
hits the moon         月を打つ

original haiku by Alan Summers
Japanese translation Hidenori Hiruta

Penitential soup
Full of vegetables and beans
Post Christmas diet
the sun brightens clouds
but the eclipse remains obscured
sparrows chatter

snowed in again
I watch the streetlamps glow
and dream of Narnia

Blithe Spirit vol. 20 no. 4 December 2010  

A goodbye to snow, although I enjoyed every second. ;-) 
across the road
white goods are delivered
black clouds scuttle
icy path -
moon and stars try
to distract me


allée verglacée -
la lune et les étoiles
cherchent à me distraire
this holiday
I feed my soul
with snow and Europe

my eyes do not blink
my lungs don't exhale

every bit of me
hungry and greedy
fills up with memories
a scrap of orange balloon
on the roof of the shed
hollowed-out apples
raindrops fall
beneath the viburnum
next door dog, squatting
To a fresh breeze
I open my window
New year's first caller