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


clouds link together
ignoring the stiff wind
seagulls swooping

first snow
voices of unseen children
fill this old body

shadow cross of
winter moonrise
a pain that doesn't heal

icy fingers drip
winter whites grant a spark of spring
elation comes forth
pale winter reins still
trees moan swaying in the wind
soon spring shall rise again
i brew my coffee
early in the day
I open the door
fragrance of morning's snow
in silence
shows on the heaven
the moon bleak smiled
dancing of shadows
morning sun
occluded by nimbus clouds
next door's dog, barking
downpour - sharing
the awning of the florist's shop
with primroses


averse - partageant
le store du fleuriste
avec des primevères
rain beats down
on a sodium yellow street
midnight tyre hiss
morning rains
hidden in fog
memories no longer recalled
nor missed
misted over river
the Humber Bridge
linking to Heaven
under grey skies
a murmuration of starlings
yellow aconites
duck roast--
splashes from the pond
reach my dining room

bebek panggang--
suara percikan dari kolam
sampai ke meja makan
cold air hardens
the rocks

dingin mengeraskan
warm camellia
sensation from the last encounter
stains my napkin

teh hijau hangat
getar dari pertemuan terakhir
membekas di serbet
snow banks
gritty and blackened --
the last guest that lingers on forever
white sky
mottled with Payne's grey, indigo
birds fly to shelter
this cold night
without you
dreaming of bells
the parkour attempts
Quasimodo's Notre Dame

damp mist
clings to bare tree limbs
a sparrow, nestbuilding

Haiku..last snowflake

it may be
the last snowflake...
thank you, winter
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
uninvited guest
the wind blows a pine cone
along the corridor

tamu tak diundang
dia menyepak bunga pinus
sepanjang selasar
mist-laden air
from a roof top aerial
a rook calls
outside my window
the few snowflakes dance
in the cold morning
copper bottom moon
I lose a poker game
on the train
snowdrops droop
becoming ragged and dog-eared
misty morning
in the birch's
bright branches a crow's nest:
dark slum
hushed night
a little girl dreams that
she has seven sisters


mist replaces snow
dripping from fresh leaves
wet pawprints on the carpet
snow falls
muffling sound
silent garden
full hunger moon
wild onions

Haiku..the promise

mounds of snow
are once more fading...
what was the promise
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
Cheshire Moon
the cat from Persia
speaks to me

A Winter moon:
full snow moon
I am drowned by
the tide in me
dirty moon
last night
I trusted you

NaHaiWriMo #18 
getting drunk
with the winter moon
cadmium blues

spring-like morning -
the hedge
sings for all its worth
feed from fat balls
the cat in the window
pruning wild plums
the thorns tame
blue tits struggle
to extract sunflower seeds
coal tits eat from shrubs
mud flecks
I want to dive in and out
of your freckles 

fingers of sunlight
pierce the night-heavy clouds
mist lingers
Strawberry Hill
the mud off the vampire's

n.b. in honour of the very first gothic novel.
dark clouds lace fingers
to block away the sun
spears of purple crocus
Valentine's Day -
a pink bud
on the quince tree


Saint Valentin -
un bouton rose au cœur
du cognassier

the ground is restored
remnants of snow droppings
flow softly toward spring

Valentine Day
my wife is far too busy
with murder in mind

n.b. It's her job. ;-)
dull day
my wife's something bright
from the wedding

Pre-Valentine's Day
valentine's day -
a first daffodil
opens its heart
winter cherry
exposes shy flowers
honeysuckle's new shoots


ha! another winter
will salivate and puke
all the way back
to the dormant dimension
of you had your turn, now wait
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's heart
rain drizzles
washing away high spirits
the dog cries to come in
on his eyes and mine

although we are far apart

the same glint of moon

PS: 'moon' is the wrong kigo for the season! I am posting here -winter, only because I wrote it now; critique/advise/editing,  welcome

opening the window

this utterly still night--

to let in the moon

snowmelt river
a burger boy remembers
he was born of fish
white against the dark earth
clouds zip their edges
midnight conversation
they're not always death
I say about lilies

Plants in the Liliales grow from Bulbs, or Corms, both of which will store food over the winter or during the dry season.
rain cascades
down windows and guttering
mud on the duvet
hissing car tyres
on the rain slick road
washing machine hums
cutting through brambles
the invisible ropes
wrapped tight round my arms
pint mug of tea
all my childhood
in bookcovers
flat morning light
filtered through heavy grey cloud
dogs return damp
on the snowdrops
winter sun
burns away frost
yellow crocus
crows call
from next-door's sycamore
blue tits scatter
Against the dark sky
the white of a gull's wings
coke tin rolls past dustpan

another snowstorm
my dustpan comes in handy
one hundred scoops
in my little balcony
and you'd think it's spring
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
..reaching into the poet's mind
last day at the plant
hate and love side by side
walking out the door
guilty pleasures–
a cold wind
through the kitchen

Part of NaHaiWriMo on Facebook! ;-)
among the snowdrops:
the coot's tail
winter honeysuckle -
a light pause
at twilight


chèvrefeuille d'hiver -
un léger temps d'arrêt
dans le crépuscule
winds drop
leaving the clouds to creep back
mud spattered paths
Crows returning
in the mist of new year
carrying daisies
empty school yard
from above the cross guard's post
Orion surveys it
trees bent sideways
by the tails of tornadoes
clouds ripped away
midnight chores
the whirr of the shredder
drowns out the wind's howls
ceaseless mountain wind
rubs the windowpane
i sigh..
slightly move my chair
to keep up with the moon

angin gunung
terus saja mengusap jendela
aku mendesah...
sedikit menggeser kursi
kembali terpaku pada bulan
seagulls congregate
on the school yard after break
pigeons at the chippy
flash of white fur
against a dark, winter house
surprise cat
evening drive
moon puddles
in the runoff
late morning coffee
...glimpsing an opossum
on her way home
evergreens shiver
in a crisp, cold breeze
sparrows eating fat balls
so wide is the sky
as those cranes fly home
i catch minnows
for a lonesome dinner

oh luasnya langit
saat burung bangau pulang
tetap diam
aku menangkap ikan-ikan kecil
untuk makan malam sendirian
morning commute
icy moonlight crackling
on the blacktop
two crows
preen each other:
dressing for spring
feeling the age
crawling under my skin
what's in the afterlife
i wish for a guitar
and younger Dylan

aku merasa
makin tua saja
di kehidupan setelah mati
mudah-mudahan ada gitar
dan Dylan muda
standing at the summit
light-headed above cloud
falling in love
Waning moon
in the vastness of the night
--so much loneliness

© Beatrice van de Vis2011 -Publ. Blithe Spirit (Journal of the British Haiku Society) vol. 21 No 2, June 2011
bitter night cold
turns to morning rain
muddy dog prints
in the apricot air
snow seems lighter to carry
for a day

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