bluetits
squabble with sparrows
garden feeders

the willow
leafy fingers on yellow twigs
raindrop prisms

rain
on the windowpane
the cat's tail, wagging

V
luminary night-
after caroling I practice
my runway walk

(WHA- 95-th haiga contest)

Happy Holidays!

drinks can
rolling along the tarmac
plastic bags fly

sunlight
gilds the tips of house roofs
unclaimed apples

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howling wind
picks up puddled rain
huddled dogs

willow branches
whipped by howling winds
my straggly hair

post box
festively red
my cheeks

first winter day -
touching up a haiku
of last summer

***

premier jour d'hiver -
retouchant un haïku
de l'été dernier

pale sun swims through clouds
promise of snow
highways threaded with silvered chrome

willow leaves
shiver in the north wind
an old man's collie

Bleary orange sun 

pries back dawn's gummy eyelid 

Winter morning fog

last year's russets
on the tree in the garden
two blackbirds

raindrops
hang from a cherry branch
river seeds

sunshine
behind gloom-laden clouds
homeward starlings

may it be
a flock flying south--no,
'tis a snow crew
****
..(C)2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
****

those squeals of laughter
each bed bounce higher
April in december

I used to believe
that our lives would unfold
like rose petals

the sinking sun
pulls down the sky
revealing darkness

The sound of waves

Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach. They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?

Nothing changed. But this nothingness.

over

the sound
of waves—

the sound
of wave

pavement
slick with frozen rain
bloodied hands

overnight frost
turns the street white
morning rain

dog ventures out
the catflap rattles
biting wind

frigid morning
my breath beats me
to the car

fishes in the pond
sluggish in the cold wind
my scarf wrapped tightly

lacework of mist
rolls down through dark pines
my breath rippling morning's first tea

bluetit  -
enormous
amongst the icicles

a bright patch
in a storm cloud, indigo sky
seagulls

cold ground
an open grave
in the cemetery

the dog
splashing in puddles
backlit clouds

Ha!
more weaving through ice patches
--need not wish for winter
****
..(C)2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
****

frosted windows
the coppiced willow
remains green

crackling morning
new grass shoots
surrounded by hoar frost

a crow calls
outside the bathroom window
misty rain

two full moons
rising - double glazed from an
upper window

the wind drops
skeletal trees become clam
rain drips

evening commute
full moon hides
within the tree branches

grey clouds
reflected in pavement puddles
sullen children

horizontal trees
in the gale force winds
huddled schoolchildren

willow still has leaves
despite the biting wind
fuchsia drops

crow shadows
reflected in wet roofs
sullen clouds

shards of winter
tentatively fall
eaten by rain

headscarfed old lady
bent against the wind
willow still clutches her leaves

sodden leaves
resist the chilling wind
sullen crows

chill wind
the street deserted
rolling cola can

good advice

the cutback thistles

bloom again

two crows cackle
outside the window
a scared cat