HomeWhat is Haiku?SpringSummerAutumnWinter News & EventsContact

Tiring the heart--
mountains and ocean
too much beauty


her hair
loose in the spring breeze
a weeping willow

dream catcher
hangs in pine sunrise
the stillness
morning sun -
at the other end of the garden
chairs in semicircle


soleil du matin -
à l'autre bout du jardin
les chaises en demi-cercle
garden of red roses
dark, forbidden
climbing trellis and gable
in a net of shadows
house of white roses
heavy headed
tossed on the breeze
outside the pub
young sparrows
disturbing the peace
light rain of June -
a kamikaze snail
on the cycle track


pluie fine de juin -
un escargot kamikaze
sur la piste cyclable
after work stress relief
dirt under my fingernails
trash can filled with weeds

To Mandy Smith

To Mandy Smith,
an admirable creator and person,
and a great friend of the Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy (SARM)

Text: Andrei Dorian Gheorghe (cultural counsellor of SARM)
Photo: Valentin Grigore (President of SARM)

Posted by Gerald England on behalf of and at the request of Andrei Dorian Gheorghe.
afternoon delight-
purple globe thistle sprouted
in pink dianthus
spring rain
a soft tattoo
from her tiny house
constant pleading -
busy blue tit
orange haze of dawn
the sun and the moon
swap preeminence
endless rain -
the sudden scent
of roses
picnic table-
six women catch up on houses
husbands and kids
wet night -
of the leaves
first sunny day -
the pinkish
of her cleavage


premier soleil -
le rosé
de son décolleté

night blind fingers
mistakenly pinch off
wisteria buds

weekend plans-
out of town to see old friends
and roadside plant stands

The Shadow

each night there is a shadow in my room
almost visible like someone under water
light cuts through and bends at odd angles
swirling colors spin wildly in the darkness
I feel no fear of this moving spirit
only intense longing for what once was
vivid blues wrap me in sweet dreams and whispers
I know this spirit, I know him so well
his blue eyes watch over me every night
while am safe and cared for till we meet again

tears have no power
beneath billowing clouds
---soft blue skies
this morning
bursts with sunlight and bird song
such responsibility
wilting afternoon
walking through a sheet of heat
from the car to the plant
a firefly escorts me
to put out the trash
the crack
of his first homerun
pigeons clapping
Late May
a lonely nightingale calls
withered bluebells

blue sky
on a light breeze
summer's perfume

cherry blossom ripe
soft wind caresses bud
miracle of life
creation is mystical
vast value of life
compressed in a seed

World Haiku Review,Vol.7,Issue 2,August,2009
languid first light
both moon and sun
nestle in the cloud beds
living waters
pond ripples
across time
Overhead clouds
as the temperature plummets
oriental poppy
wheelchair bound
the veteran feeds
a one-legged bird

World Haiku Review
Vol. 7, Issue 1, March 2009
The sun in the morning
On a network of a spider-
Lace of light
raspberry canes
whipped by the stiff breeze
oriental poppies
calendar pages--
between the dates
time escapes
night butterfly
what colour are you
in the daylight

stratus clouds
the moonlight behind it
my time on my own
conifer muskiness
the drumming of rain
on a plastic roof
Quiet morning
The pair of swans floats
So it is graceful
Rainbow -
It is conversation
Rain and the sun
drenched hair
musing her impression
first rain
sudden shower
the group of cows startled more
by a flock of jackdaws

falling in love
all over again with my wife
the cries of swifts

along the shore
a different wave of reflection
moon-lit night

*** *** ***

calendar pages—
between the dates
time escapes

*** *** ***

crow sails
on the rhino’s back
a new journey
courtesy car -
a blue pencil eye-liner
in the glove compartment


voiture de prêt -
un crayon à paupières bleu
dans le vide-poches
overnight rain
underscores the Greenery
Fuchsia pendulums open


thence a tulip sad
transformed into a cloud
and watered the thirsty
** **

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
enjoying nature's power
while counting off seconds
i plant an onion
and wish
may it sprout soon
a day after
my fathers demise
raspberry flowers
like tiny white stars
lavender greens

breezy hammock night
a rosy cloud blooms
petal by petal

so sudden this sky
a tease of bright ribbons
subdued into blue

is it the sky's
unceasing motion
that brings its peace?

my shadow catches up with me
as I walk down the street
cumulus clouds
a clattering of jackdaws
rearrange them

sticky front door
a chyak-chyak of jackdaws
peck at rooftiles

in an ad-break

a late bird call

pierces the night

the ivy sprouts

brown faces –



full hare moon
the clouds cluster around her
distant howling
Game of rain by drops
In solar patches of light-
May downpour
cherry trees -
swallows fly through
falling petals
vegetable garden
squash blossoms, tiny peppers
lettuce opening
a snapping breeze
bends the willows double
shy comfrey flowers
Bees exult,
Again flowers blossom
Yellow acacias
spring time
a rainbow forms
in the sprinkler
he waters the lawn
from his wheelchair

Modern English Tanka
Vol. II, No. 3, Spring 2008
spring recital -
a father's necktie too long
on his son
sick train-
the night heron shifting silt
near the swan's goslings
afternoon delight
men seated at red light
follow a swaying skirt
bright breeze
a white mallard rides shotgun
for the other ducks
a plumeria
at the graveyard
a robin keeps singing
river kingfisher
a grey wagtail defends
its right over fish
morning drizzle
new pond in the frontyard
season shift
a birdnest on the roadside
stalking the monsoon
cherry blossoms -
to memories
cloud cover --
oppressive heat melts away
raspberry flowers
Ripens invisibly
The latent charm of a flower
Feelings transformation
after night silence
morning meets
by chirp of birds
The night sky
Light will be spilled in silence
The remote stars


hormone-crazed turkeys 
in the middle of the road 
strut in the best light


Flocks of snow-white clouds 
 grazing in their blue pasture
 die and leave no trace

just after the rain
cutting back wysteria
me, the drenched fool

life takes an absence
amidst roaring cries--
a different silence

young girls
watching the bow of the sun
from the top of a hill

rainy day movie:
we talk of the book, missing
what they left out
washed linens
ruffled by a breeze --
snowdrifts a distant memory
I pick up
my aunt's paperweight
wispy clouds
dead amongst
the ruins of his home:
trees in silhouette
salmon-pink vapour trails
as the sun sinks
six-foot shadows:
father's apple seeds
goodbye to spring
a day spent watching dogs
walk their owners
Early morning,
Silence of bogs awakes
From shouts of frogs


Morning wind
Branches bends to water
Willow ashore
morning heat
staying in bed with a book
and birdsong
taking my picture -
monochrome on the stream
hedge parsley
flowers with a sickly sweet scent
wild garlic counters
moonlight -
two chairs in the shadow
of the beach umbrella


clair de lune -
deux chaises dans l'ombre
du parasol
rainy days
mud escapes
between toes
sun on the meadow
an indignant sparrow
scolds the cat


Clings to the body
her wet red saree
waving wrinkles

Darkness of the woods
Heightened by patches of sun
And unseen bird chirps.
morning break-
watching a baby deer prance
under the bridge
I look out
more leaves wave hello
it's my friend, the tree
** **

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris

Overcast, grey
not a breath of wind
to stroke my hair
afternoon drive
the scent of honeysuckle
follows me uphill
around sugar grains
mammoth meeting

*** *** ***

sudden wind
falling leaves gather
in one corner
Forsythia trimmed
now the sparrows
sit elsewhere
soggy day 2
designing sunny garden bed
to pass the time
Patiently weaving
she keeps house in my absence--
a lone spider
a dog barks
as the sun clears the trees
blackbirds forage

spring meditation-
next to the old thoughts, some
curious new sprouts

soggy day-
wishing it rained energy
instead of the blahs
dreary morning
my knees announcing the rain
before it arrives
sun streaming
through moth-eaten curtains
a wood pigeon coos
nod their alien heads
dandelion clocks

Another Realm

an ointment, these words,
to soothe the leprechauns;
to promise more height
** **

..circa 2004
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
the stars shift around
with us

hedgehog  harinezumi  ハリネズミ
and embraced with love
by family and friends
what more can I ask
for my birthday
afterschool playground
gentle breeze
swings the swing
the rain stops
another begonia bud
immersed in the sun
at the bus stop -
counting the swifts every time
they fly past

Haiku Chronicles

Haiku Chronicles

colours jump
across the pond
drizzle -
lilac's clusters
grow heavy


pluie fine -
les grappes du lilas
surfing the net
to replace a favorite plant
cold enough
to make bare arms tingle
a sparrow's cheeping
a tune arrives
and the marvel to ensue
baffles even leaves
** **

..circa 2005
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
window screen--
sun scripts
dance of the trees
in tune with the whoosh

of the espresso machine--

my migraine
the drum of rain -
marching out
taking off my tie
a small walk around the garden
in the smell of lilacs


ôtant ma cravate
un petit tour de jardin
dans l'odeur des lilas
sun sparkles on wet leaves
ants are dragging food to a nest
from the compost bin
is always the best time
to weed
perseverating green
wandering wysteria
when did your petals fall?

so clear the stars
after the rain has ceased
I inhale the night

first light
passion flower leaves curling
againt the chill

a chipmunk and I
having breakfasts
one window apart

On the red garage
Leaf shadows dance and shiver
Until the sunshine fades.
morning chills
a colony of snails
on a flower tub
Fingers grope
taste of whisky
moist lips
afternoon showers
leaves swoosh by in the falls
children jump in puddles
hazy street light
bushy tail flicks then gone
under a bush
aquilegia blooms
from a crack in the paving
paper-thin petals
sitting cat
under the Big Dipper
under the streetlamp

escaped sunlight
on the woodland paths
primrose and anemone
both startled
by the speed limit sign
the blue tit and me
blackbird's beak
spring rain
a lilac tree
in bloom across the street
sweetly scented wallflowers
Small puddle -
Not enough basin
For all the sparrows.
Warm rays of sun
As tears of old winter
Thawing icicle!
first warm day
sleet on the skylight
spring thaw
they're throwing coins
into the fountain once more
the true harbinger
** **

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
my daughter
invites me to lunch
this Mother's day
just for a tender moment
she's her late mother

In my book,
Rustle of bamboo leaves

but originally published in World Haiku Review
Vol. 5, Issue 1, Spring/Summer 2005
green light
the mallard refuses
to yield
no more peacocks
the girls bring home the haiku
instead of them

Alan Summers
Swindon Festival of Literature (9th May 2010)
in response to the last time I visited Lower Shaw Farm, Swindon U.K.

the morning star
through the caravan skylight
a peacock’s scream

Alan Summers
*  'The New Haiku' Snapshot Press, 2002,  ISBN 1-903543-03-7
*  First Australian Anthology (October) 1999 http://users.mullum.com.au/jbird/as?.html
*  Tinywords  April 2001
*  Blithe Spirit  (British Haiku Society journal) June 1998
(written Lower Shaw Farm, Swindon 1998 - Brian Tasker workshop)

bluebells haze
under the oaks
blackcaps sing
small clouds
scud across the blue expanse
a pair of magpies
After the long winter
Flowers whispering
Seems music
Cherish the silence
In spring flowers bloom
The sun is smiling
two dads
and two baby strollers
Mother’s Day

Sketchbook, Vol. 4, Issue 2
March/April 2009
End of May
People collect from trees
Sap of birch
flowering hawthorn
a short romantic walk
under the starlight
light rain
sharing a Spring evening
with blackbird song

blue earth below
green sky above
the bluebell woods

Photo Bluebells in Micheldever Wood by Anguskirk
cherry blossoms -
the window wide open
to the morning sun


fleurs de cerisier -
la baie vitrée large ouverte
au soleil de l'aube
a lone starling shouts
'chak chak chak' at the window
grass, wet with rain

mayday - mayday

Oh I might be mistaken
but, an autumn day just went by
May’s delight
May morning -
Ants trample a path
Through the forest
On green lawn
Flickering pansies
Next to dandelions
Window are opened
In a room smells in the spring
From cherries flowers aroma
night sky-watch
a motor-cyclist tells me
he's passed the test
tilting the balance of light
earth swivels --
summer awaits
chirping happily

they hop from branch to branch

tourists  --in Starbucks
early hour darkness
birds sing their wake up call
covers over my head
awake at dawn
a lone blackbird sings
misting rain
My thoughts on
Wings a flying swallow
Toward new life...

Honeysuckle scent
Under a summer breeze

straining toward rest
the garden's ordered chaos
washes over me
my birth Buddha--
lucky red
old pond
raindrops wrinkle
my face

japanese maple

young leaves made shy

by late frost

back bent to the weeds

on the shed roof

a watching gull

The night is gone.
Time to think and write.
The sunrise songs
Southern wind
A sticky leaves of birches
Smell of spring
In the sky is carried
Seagulls shrill shout-
Heart have compressed
A strong gust of wind
Air snakes fly away
High into sky
between Oak and Ash
bluebells - florescent
in the shadows
go ahead unfurl
on virgin rose petals float
whiffing crowds ignore
** **

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..partially channeled; spirit Ram
rain patters
washing the dust from leaves
petals fall
at the nursery
next to the gardenias
long deep breaths
beautiful day
"self.... go back inside to work"
......"just five more minutes"
Sunlight diffused by
a dozen shades of green
early poppies

Signs of spring

Signs of spring
Swallows build new nest
Under the eaves


In my garden

Different scents..
Memories and feelings.
In my garden


First spring rain

First spring rain
The sun, warmth and beauty,
At the end of the rainbow

a nightingale calls
through the twilight reaches
of the bluebell woods

a goldfinch
on the telephone wire
tendrils of creeper
on the priory lawns
hail stones and daisies
Disturbs the calm
The wind plays sad tunes
Like an old piano

Flower of a camomile
No matter how hard I blow
Dragonfly flies away

early morning sun
the sound of flying bumblebee
disturbs the calm

afternoond break
rain slicked leaved
dance in the wind

river of clouds above --
light as passing memories
Bank Holiday
my account is overdrawn
the stretched out clouds
Muggy Monday
exiting the office
catching my breath
magnolia blossoms
bare limbs in the breeze


on the lawn
investigator boy meets a fellow
investigator worm

tumbling from the tree
cherry blossom
raspberry canes
whip the air in the wind
honestly and forget-me-nots
Humming a bumble-bee
Every morning is like on
Sound of violoncello
Warm spring -
Song between two starlings
Likely about love
Welcoming spring
The boy runs across a pool
Mother is not pleased_
Spring wind
Chase from place to place
Last year's leaves

nighttime cool
primrose bloom
collecting petals
my pillow breaths sweet

the wind- trapped
in a battle with the big maple,
the rain- still missing

spring rain falling
through derelict windows
nourishing blooms of rust
clouds scud across
white against the grey
cherry petals fall
Together with wind
The first drops of a rain
Symphony of spring
Evening in garden
Virgin melody of a violin
Violates silence
Green grass in April
Birds begin to sing in trees
Children playing
eyelids closed
in the evening sun -
a wings beating


paupières closes
au soleil du soir -
un battement d'ailes
war memorial
in the park they mow down
blue skies return
dandelions scattered
like tiny suns
morning sun
alder catkins shiver
in the breeze.
Sunny day
Catkins on branches of birches
Various colour

Beginning May
In a rays of warm days
Snow disappears

this slant of light
awakens the grass
I feel new green

the ripe moon hangs low
pulling down the sky

bonsai in training-
outstretched branches offer
lacy purple blooms
dandelion seeds
adrift on the breeze


small shoots pop up
fade soon in scorching sun:
life force humming
spots of blue
between steel-grey clouds
sparrows in the buddleia
Time by the stream-
After winter frosts
Smell of spring

Snow in April
pretends it doesn't know
it's spring.

Spring thaw.
Looks from a dirt
first grass.

The Seeds

they plant
the seeds of beauty
to water this wealth
** **

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's mind
plant ginko
walking the perimeter
enjoying the breeze
sunrise commute
atop tranformer pole
full moon
diffused light
the warm yellow of summer
Flowers of daffodil
In our spring garden---
Smile in life
After the long winter
Flowers whispering
To seem music

In forest

May morning -
Ants trample a path
Through the forest


Going home

After a haiku hike
in Fish Canyon Falls last Saturday

Spring rain

shadowing my steps
cold spring rain
covers my footprints
spring fever
getting my shift done early
to go play in dirt
white cherry tree
an old woman carries
her tortoise

two plumbers working
many sounds but
not a single word

over the nettles
where I know I just can't go
Orange-tip butterfly

Orange-tip butterfly:

Alan Summers
on the cherry tree
flowers give way to leaves
youth fades
pink blossoms
morning prayer in the cold
spring blessings
opening the front door
a full moon greets me
wrapped in sleep -
drifting moon
raspberry canes
nodding in the light breeze
rain clouds threaten


A round moon
Bird cherry blossom
Tulip buds

The end of April

the end of April
snow covers the earth again
incessant birdsong --

The first flowers

the first flowers
greet arrival of spring
blue forget-me-nots

Seductive birds sing
in the frozen landscape
spring's siren song.
dark, sweet life
nestled among the Easter grass
newborn calves
midday break-
a gentle breeze whips by
filled with magnolia
fallen petals
in the gutter -
broken promises
a sparrow peers
from a gap in the brickwork
peacock butterfly flits


Welcoming spring
The boy runs across a pool
Mother is not pleased

Warm spring

Warm spring -
Song between two starlings
Likely about love

Spring chill

Spring chill
Early to pack winter coats
May be snow again
weekend garden finds-
black grass, orange daisies
and asian cukes

from the rain -
a spring bud topping for
the winter green

scattered showers
leave raindrops on new leaves


By spring brook
The child floated the boat
His wet boots

Cold night

Very cold night
The cat folded tail
round its front feet


Green grass in April
Birds begin to sing in trees
Children playing
haiku trail
leading to nowhere
but here

For the complete story please check
my blog HERE
blackbirdsong -
opening the window
to listen.

To Sleep With The Flowers

bruised, torn and lost
I am weary of this life
my eyes clouded with tears

I will lie down to sleep
under the new spring warmed earth
to rest, mixing with flowers and time
a light drizzle
clattering into the guttering
a starling's nest
Past nights cold
changes to morning dew
April wonders
sparrows chirp
from a gap in the eaves
tussocks of moss
closed shutters -
last night and this morning
the same bird song


volets clos -
hier soir et ce matin
le même chant d'oiseau
afternoon gardening
first rose of the season
ready to bloom
St George's Day
birch catkins dangle
against a pale sky
vapour trails
criss-crossing the blue
cemetery magpies
close your eyes
every scented garden is yours
'tis Spring now, you willed it
** **

..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
morning commute
suprised with a small clear pacth patch
in the fog expanse
a fox slinks past
the cherries in the garden
speckled with blossom
filled vegetable beds
the promise of summer salads
and some to share
spring cleanup
last letter of my sister
before her death

For my sister Ate Nena,
who passed away last year
carrion beetles
inside the deer skull
- spring cleaning

and come the sunrise
the freshly fallen petals
had vanished

two sparrows
at the bird feeder
last year's honesty

beneath the canopy
of a thickening wood
innocence wanders
blue skies return
only propeller aeroplanes
sully the blue
a week later
garden nurseries filled
with plants and people

flocks of winged seeds
are abandoning their trees,
dry rain pats the ground

drizzling rain
paints the spring greens brighter
puddles of aubretia
once more,
spring slippers abound
as if on cue
** **

..circa 2010
.Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram

daily walks resume...
his lean more pronounced
after the long winter
Music of wind
flowers whispering
arrival of spring.
blue tits squabble
over a piece of fruit cake
blue forget-me-nots
Trees in queue
holding colourful paints
greet new guest spring.


follow the leader -
swimming in the bayou -
three ducks

top of the cherry tree -
two turtledoves shove
the first flowers


sommet du cerisier -
deux tourterelles bousculent
les premières fleurs
filtered through willow leaves
Honesty blooms

going nowhere


a spongy path
under a silent sky
going nowhere

gerald england
midday break
deciding to enjoy the day
by leaving early
In the stillness

of noon, the sound

of a blade of grass

whippoorwill sing
wake her deep sleep
spring has come
dandelions bloom
Gnome is ready to set out
on his motorbike
breeze through the garden
flowers lean
a small tortoiseshell
on a dandelion -
no sign of the sun --
the flaming drumsticks of tulips
dot the front garden

Early Embrace

velvety surrender
the comforting embrace
of sunrays
on early springsters
** **

..circa 2003
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram

Forbidden love

the entwined ivy
and blooming rose
reach for the sun
the entanglements
of forbidden love

Sketchbook, Vol. 4, No. 6,
November/December 2009
afternoon delight
all the new plants in their beds
the joy of dirty nails
crisp packet tumbleweeds
fresh-leaved raspberry canes
whipped by the wind
the sparrows flit
the winter-dried thyme
for their nests
early ride
fog spilling
over the hilltop
God spoke to Moses
from a burning bush -
flowering Magnolia
Lonely sunrise--
birds flying away in search
for worms in ash
grey and breezy
pigeons on the bird table
chase off sparrows
prepping garden bed
folding earthworms
back into the soil
cherry blossom -
puffs of breath
on the morning air
slanting sunshine
catching all the fresh greens
hatching snails
weekend ginko-
chatting with plants at nursery
to see who gets bought
crumpled leaves
on the hawthorn bush
a shotgun sounds

young forest
straight strong trees
two tall kids on the track

a distinct chill
on bare, unadorned limbs
blackthorns bloom
small hours of Spring
just the petrol station lights
for some company
a lone sparrow cheeps
under a still and leaden sky
potted anemones
back from the beach -
a grain of sand crunches
between my teeth


retour de la plage -
un grain de sable crisse
entre mes dents
widower’s first date
her aggressiveness
unsettles his driving
oh how he wishes
he’s ten years younger

Modern English Tanka
Vol. 3, No. 3, Spring 2009
old spice
grandpa's scent
on Easter



the gentle wind muses
songs of spring to the far-off fields
angel of beauty
visits the land of rainbow
and birds clap flapping their wings
a flush of new leaves
turns willows into limes
yellow gorse
midday stroll
dogwood blossoms
caught in the lawn

slender white light --
magnolia greets the morning
flowering cherries
spread delicate fragrance
blue hyacinths
afternoon chores
making new garden beds
planning pepper patch
Autumn leaves hurry by
first spring wind
cherry in bloom
the poet sits in darkness
on a wet bench
a dog walker pauses
to admire the forsythia
silent sunshine
dark daffodil leaves
a stroll to the train station
to embrace my wife
late afternoon
waves of heat radiating
on the blacktop
The excitement

of things trembling on the brink

--of new life
lawns change from drab to spring green
next door's cat, howling.
spring rain
even Death Valley
is alive with flowers

Haiku Harvest, Vol. 6, No. 1
Spring/Summer 2006
blue lupines’ pale breath
shadows moving over stone—
frail anthems of spring
working in the plant
the scent of magnolias
beckons me outside
a stiff breeze
through the open window
sparrows cheep
fourth watch drive
half moon perched atop
flowering dogwood
Easter morning-
humming my favorites
up the parkway

Easter evening-
eel and edamame dinner
and a musical
bank holiday rain
on rooftop chimney pots
a pigeon coos

Mexicali earthquake

the pool's water rocks
and rolls then overflows
at earthquake's call

We were starting to eat our Easter early dinner in my daughter's house when the rumblings started. Looking at the swimming pool outside, we watched with a bit of apprehension, the water of the swimming pool coming upwards towards the house. Nothing serious happened, however, as we rode the rolling wave for the longest time, which we all felt. We learned later that it was in a magnitude of 7.2 in Mexico near San Diego.
new leaves
on the buddleias
hellebores droop
grey light and old rain
from a hole in the eaves
a sparrow's chirp

Easter Sunday


What ripened fruit hung
from those dead branches
torn down and planted,
deep into the earth?

What crop will it bring?
after days and days
and days of rain the old men
walk their dogs
clouds congregate,
holding hands over England
grim pansies frown

between the bird calls
within the stillness
I wonder

even the magnolia's
mounds of fleshy blooms
must fall

Kabuki actor
the heavy wax bloom
of the plum
Poisson d'Avril
it's raining all cats and dogs
at the wrong station

wake up sweet one, wake up
you have been dreaming
this long long winter
rub your sleepy eyes my dear
wake, for the gentle winds
of spring have come
fourth watch
full moon pulsates
through a veil of clouds
prismatic arcs
after the wind and rain
cat-flap rattles
rays of sun
cutting through
ground fog
oak trees shake
but there's no breeze
- shriek of brown-eared bulbuls

look out the school window:
jaywalking umbrellas

morning holds its breath
- magnolia buds

. . . Seoul, ROK
Greeting Spring
running barefoot through the forest
three sparrows
flit from hedge to bird table
council grass cutter

rains pummel the earth
incessant birdsong --
winter's silence breaking apart
first cherry blossom -
shy streaks
of red
the recycling box
is full of April showers
the cat stays indoors

the end of March

embarrassed naked branches

attempt retraction

inspection done
plant breathes a collective sigh
then high fives
early morning
fog drips from a fuzzy moon
pools under the street lights
thin drizzle -
jackdaws gather twigs
and chatter
under a bush
green phalli rise -
tulip buds
a round moon
rises early this evening--
pale creeper

the beauty of blooming Bradford pears

without the odor of blooming Bradford pears-

thank you unusually cold spring

reaching for a vest -
cherry blossom
sprinkled with snow
Great tits and Blue tits
flock to seed dispensers
white azalea blooms
scandal in Rome
a couple of cardinals
pacing our patio
a single blossom falls
and with it
the whole world
red tulips
against glossy Viburnum leaves
sunlight glinting

upon a grey fence
amidst a leafless lilac
the cardinal blooms

Gennem visne blade
spirrer foråret


Through withered leaves
spring sprouts
at last

Smile brings
on beloved face
spring’s colourful play.

Youthful flowers
swing on gentle wind
welcoming spring
dandelion sun
flowers in a sunny spot
Hyacinth grave-scent
over the fence
of the playground
swings come and go


par-dessus la palissade
du terrain de jeux
un va-et-vient de balançoires

immature cherry
sparse in its blossoms
just like you

through tiny movements
I feed a deepened hunger -
sowing lettuce seeds

and my face gladdens
rising arch of yellow
daffodil smile

Saturday alarm clock -
hungry baby birds

spring light on pine needles --
your laughter lingering in the air

spring, earth softens
as the sun grows near
warming barren beds
wake those sleepy seeds
on the 29th a new moon will rise
as we make our way back into soft spring
breezes, the growing time
blustery night
rain slams into the windows
the first red tulips


his wherewithal bears fruit
blue seas respond
the calm of ages past surfaces,
oblivious of disavowal
** **

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
It’s in the air
green socks on clothesline

late in the cool of night
when primrose bloom
I collect some pedals
for under my pillow
and make a wish
in the moonlight
never to be alone

tv aerial

a light wind interferes with

a collared dove

semi-detached -

two magpies

facing the rain

on the roof
a pigeon is cooing
wet tyres hiss
AIB* morning
enjoying the daffodils
as I walk in the plant

* yearly three day audit of the plant I work in
inverted worlds
cover the windows
raindrops fall
lightning flashes
on the far horizon
a navy mom
smoothes the wrinkles
of her son’s picture

In The Pebbled Shore:
The Tanka Society of America’s
2009 Anthology, 2010.
depressing morning
but for a jug of joy:
sun burns off the frost
in the unheated greenhouse
my seedlings die
lone among greens
a bright yellow daffodil
hitchhikes school buses
afternoon drive
buds bursting out on the trees
magnolias unfurled
helicopter buzzing --
in the sodden grassland,
"Let those
who have not sinned
cast the first stone to her."
Left alone, He enjoins her,
"Sin no more!"
catkins on the willow
A blue tit is startled
by the curtain
first cardinal
trying out the chair
without snow

spring equinox

spring equinox discarded fag ends among the flowers

gerald england
jacket opened
to the first sun of March -
"times are changing"


veste large ouverte
au premier soleil de mars -
"times are changing"
hissing tyres
peppercorns of rain
on the dog's fur
half awake
a rumbling reminder
that California
still remains
earthquake haven

A very delayed reaction ....


color me harp
winglike embrace let surface
is it a quiver next
to grow its fraction
spring's equanimity bedazzles
** **

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony

gardens and decks
caught in the evening light --
kingdoms within kingdoms
first rain:
little magpie
shakes its head

sunset: for a few minutes
the slush and the mud turn gold
a dead frog
broken on the road
wind in my ears
sparrows fly in threes
from hedge to sunlit tree
a belt of jasmine
busy sparrow -
a long thread of grass
to weave around her
a swathe of snowdrops
naturalised on a lawn
compost worms wiggle
Greeting New Year*
he worships nine goddesses
and fasting too

*Now is the time of 'Navratri', marking the Beginning of
Spring as well as the Hindu New year
open window
cats fall over each other
getting to the sill
already warm
children pass in just their shirts
swathes of crocuses
The visual evidence
decreasing snow
I believe

Blinded and hypnotized
this early morning sun
I believe in spring

fog hugs the coast
sight lines slip away
echoes return

cool night rain -
surprising scent of licorice
upon my warm face

the spring wind swished

the stern dress of the camellia-

made her blush

sleepy in class
the boy blames it on
daylight savings time
spring -
a green shadow spreading
across the trees
the increased desire
for corned beef
From the roof top
beautiful birdsong emerge

A dressing gown
fetching the morning paper
silence Blackbird

Stop and listen
song from heart

hope and new start
streaming through half-closed curtains
trees rocked by wind
orphanage window
plastic flowers bloom
in the snow

The Mainichi (Japan) Daily News
March 11, 2010

builder's promise kept,

work's done-- amongst the rubble,

crocuses and snowdrops

talcum powder sky
lets the sun shine through
blue tits eating peanuts
It’s in the air
this indefinable something


freeway -
a flight of migratory birds
high in the sky


voie express -
un vol de migrateurs
haut dans le ciel

the rabbit's hind foot--
St Patrick's Day

College basketball tournaments

L. A. traffic jam
he peeks at the sports page
March madness

Haiku Harvest, Vol. 6, No. 1
Spring/Summer 2006
spring hunger-
and my crocuses
are roses
young blades
stitch through old snows --
cruel spring
dream catcher rain
allows the earthworms to be
sea horses for a day
in a ray of hope--
the new sun

overnight rain
brings the misery of mud
loose hair is wind streamed

A New Approach

even the pebbles
seem to have borne a new approach
a newfound glint
each bud, each footstep
on trail, too, lends significance
** **

..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony

snow on distant hills -
alder catkins shiver
in the breeze.
Captured branches
ice shine in the sun
on the brink of spring

On the brink of spring
by the sun the ice shine
captured branches

On the brink of spring
ice captured branches
sunlit tree

spring funeral -
carefully into the earth
carefully covered
the garden
still covered in brown leaves
a dog at the window
pale crocuses
Gnome holds up his carp
with pleasure
sparrows sit
touching heads -
spring inches in
Under the feet
smell of crushed dried leaves
spring calling
a barking dog
echoes in a silent street
a coal tit darts away

flood my empty eyes
with a deluge of light -
spring fever

sly march the piper
dances in the woods and fields
his music wakes all
early morning gull -
a creaking door
opens into spring
shadows become
stencils of night frost
Forsythia blushes
Returning home
with wearied masks
Holi faces

(Holi is an Indian kigo, marking arrival of spring)
Dusty leaves
break days of silence:
spring's first rain
sudden rain
her umbrella widens
to take her lover in

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, Issue 1, Jan. 2010

crocus buds

catch raindrops

and hold them close

vacant possession -

a great tit investigates

the nest box

bright breeze
the kettle warms up
a cloudless day
yellow crocuses
a lady in a green jumper
scrapes her windshield
Desperately writing
spring must come now
or else!
morning sun
streams through the window
paws chilled by frost
my daughter
rehearses a new song
oh, so early
the March sun
--and the birds!
rain fall, bitter and chill
a chrysalis hanging
from a raspberry cane
dogs barking in darkness
the moon through open curtains
keeps her from sleep
sparrows in sunshine
a blue tit on the buddleia
teases out old seeds