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

heron
hunched
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
whispering
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 -
ticking
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

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

dusk-
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