golden cut –

golden cut –

the Fibonacci spiral

in a snail shell 

Diana Teneva 

Asters like to group
In funny little clusters
Of gossiping blooms.

Forsythia

thought a lesser bloom
holding no glory of spring
but He, knows whats best

Drop of rain water
Suspended in a spider's web
Trembles so slightly.

tiny flowers
on the raspberry canes
greenfly

light rain
oriental poppies
shed their petals

the sun
takes a toll of potted plants
dead lupins

dandelions  -
universe
of suns and moons

spring
greening
the stream

wild geraniums
on the edges of fields
buttercups

blind wisteria
gropes around the stockade fence
in its reach for sun

dew boiled by sunrise
the warm scent of earth rises
into my nostrils

herbaceous perennials
from a ground level cavern
a cat's tail, twitching

dogs bark
in the night's cool embrace
a distant train

dandelions
speckle the lawn
the air filled with fairies

azaleas
fading - the remains
of a rainbow

dawn chorus
morning seeps between the curtains
building site hammers

cornflowers
among the raspberry canes
wild arum

Welsh poppies
stretch yellows heads to the sun
a bed of violets

morning crow
wakes with the first light
plaintive cries

a chill wind
the chatter of schoolchildren
on their way to school

early morning wind
blows the curtains wide
distant dog barks

cherry tree a myriad of water droplets misty rain

magpie
chases off sparrows
tree-bark insects

water's surface
scattered with white petals
the last of honesty

despite the blue clouds hover overhead sun-filtered rain

for half an hour
a magpie dismembers
a sparrow

overcast
early lilac flowers
against the grey

pounding rain
the scent of Rosemary
and yesterday's grass

A Moth Tanka

Lying beige and still,
Large moth on my porch seemed dead;
(Gone when I returned).
    It had matched the worn wood floor;
    A ghost in my memory.

sparrows
in the cherry tree
summoning the dawn

two trees
covered in hard green dots
potential cherries

leaf shadows
flutter and dance in the wind
a thrush on the buddleia

morning skies chase away the night crows and blackbirds

pink spirea
against the grey clouds
a flock of swifts

morning
of the funeral
bluebells

grey clouds
scattered by the cries
of mating crows

honesty
shaken by a chill wind
leafy fingers

sunshine
glitters from garden mobiles
blue sky

apple blossom
pink and white glory
bluebells

out
from the cosmic core
this tiny bird chirping

honesty
crowds the garden path
dandelions

chill wind
blows along the street
plastic bag

blue skies
reflected by the ocean
clifftop pines

seagulls cry
the roar of the surf
sounds like traffic

sunshine
on daisy-speckled grass
dogs running

You Are In God's Photo Book

My goddaughter posted this on Facebook today. The narrator really brings God's love alive. Relax, close your eyes, and allow God's word to flow over you.

trees bent sideways
by the horizontal rain
bluebells

the rain holds off
wind howls along the street
rips away blossom

blackbird's
discarded embryo  -
murdering magpie

purple-tipped spirea
eclipsed by raspberry canes
raindrop melodies

a morning
of pink puddles
along cherry-tree road

open tulip
a chalice for the rain
fallen petals

tiny flowers
on the rosemary
ladybirds

Rain patters
onto freshly laundered streets
cherry petals

threatening rain low clouds over the valley trees look taller

drumheaded tulips
among the shrubbery
next door's black cat

the heads of tulips
glisten with morning rain
wild arum

yellow hyssop
reflects the sunshine
silver windchimes

rain clatters
on corrugated roofs
blackbirds sing

new puddles
on the garden path
lazy dogs

spring
depressed

shoots upward again



Jack Galmitz

night rain
dashing against the window
the dog stays in

April twilight

slipping into dark

florescence

night frost blackens the pear blossom bonfire smoke

in the east wind
falling petals - flakes
of white ice

shadows
scattered across the lawn
plum blossom

cherry orchard -
cumuli-filled
sky

crocus leaves
last longer the flowers
I plant new bulbs

white honesty
between the paving slabs
self seeded blooms

the last daffodil

the last daffodil

wrapped in serenity…

all around it – drafts

all around it – drafts

located in their own lots…

poor last daffodil

Diana Teneva

two small marigolds

two small marigolds

gave just a smile to the sun

full of happiness…

Diana Teneva

new rose shoots
blood red in the sunshine
tulips

purple honesty
in the window box
aubretia

goldfish
flash in the cold depths
scattered petals

rain
washes away the dust
spring greens

cherry petals
confetti the pavement
nesting sparrows

sparrows
hide among the new leaves
raid the bird table

as I pass
the wind chime tells stories
Spring storm

field mouse
under the garden shed
the cat's tail, twitching

spring fair  -
swifts
helter-skeltering

morning sun
burns away the snow
muddy paths

still pond ripples

inside the enclosed garden -

my secret retreat

spring blossom
buried under snow
green fields

aubretia
counterpoints the rust
grape muscari

into the garden
a hawk  -
cacaphony of wings

plum blossom
more prolific then cherry
garden sparrows

pigeons
clatter through the sycamores
morning sunbeams

cool rain
on the surface of the pond
yellow petals

the plum tree
already in bloom
white honesty

as pearls
as stars
as tiny Suns on forest floor
as Spring – yes as Spring

Cheshire smile recalls
a near embrace with Venus
lunar abandon

cherry blossom
in the front garden
next door's cat

..resounding

he persevered
and soon enough the lilacs of
spring rose
with the effortless calm
the blue of sky resounds
~~
..(C)2009/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
~~

cherry tree
promises spring blossom
crocuses fade

night screams
resolve as cats fighting
sleep, interrupted

at our first

floor window – the tree

we planted

to remember Michael

is blooming now

spikes of morning frost
pick out an old teddy bear
slivers of sunshine

along the riverside
Lenten robes
of purple lilac

Festival of colors

festival of colors
the flowering trees in the city park
coming to bloom

summer sun
on early day release
a bowl of tulips

football in the park  -
daffodils and croci
proud in their colours

misty morning
a haze of willow green
two sparrows

dew-drops falling down

dew-drops falling down

tulips and daffodils…

morning pearls of dawn

on a chimney pot
a magpie's twiglet nest
morning calls

a cornflower
in a gap between bricks
overwintering snails

red tulips
among the bare-branched shrubs
blackbirds

through the woods 
daffodils
lighting the way

sparrow
drinks from water bucket
morning sun

a chaffinch
emboldened by green willow
morning pleasantries

in a cold morning

in a cold morning

my thoughts melted the snow...

it's already spring

incessant rain
makes streams of gutters
the cat checks both doors

currant flowers
show pink on bare branches
blind tulip leaves

swallows
black spots against the clouds
willow leaves

the mist
smells like old tar
streetlights dim

..the parade

I'm waiting
for the St. Patrick's Day parade
for spring
is always a blink away...
or ten tablespoons of olive oil
~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's heart
~~

velvet sky
highlighting different calls
dawn chorus

naturalised daffodils
under a monochrome canopy
willow buds

solar lights
twinkle in the garden
wood smoke

pink-tinged clouds
as the gloaming settles
raucous crows

cold winds
bring a canopy of cloud
white gulls circle

compost worms
busy with the kitchen scraps
urban fox

..colors

color me harp
winglike embrace let surface
is it a quiver next
to grow its fraction
spring's equanimity bedazzles
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
..(C)2010/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a thrush
hops across the lawn
sparrows mob the fat balls

hidden birds
in the hedgerow
rain drops

..snowflake

a rare
snowflake just breezed by
not wary of spring
~~~~~~~
~~~~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

chirping thrush
the cherry tree
in flower

sunshine
through the open window
the cat, hungry

tractor and plough
pull black furrow
gulls expectations scream

morning rain
a thousand rings on the pond
that wet dog smell

slowly snow piercing

slowly snow piercing

snowdrops appear...

first heralds of spring

              

finally spring

fading moonlight
caresses the fragile blossoms
finally spring

finally spring
the cold dark winter says his farewell
clump of snowdrops

clump of snowdrops
beneath the the fragile cherry blossom
fading moonlight

morning rain
puts an end to sunny days
sullen crows

transitions


gnarled drooping oak limb
softly the gray mist gathers
to enshroud you

bold bright birch
limbs outstretched against the night
lifts up the darkness

early spring morning

early spring morning
longing to see the cherry blossoms
smell their perfume

a hint of yellow
behind the canopy of grey
black crows

sparrow song
eases me out of sleep
rooftop pigeons

Lent has come

Lent, the forty days to Easter has started. One of my haiku friends has started a (as she is calling it) Lent Haiku Journey. I didn't know what Lent was, but one of my fellow haiku poets explained it to me.
So this one is the first for my Lent haiku Journey.

reconciled
He choses His Way to the Cross
my Redeemer


spring is coming
reconciled with winter
snowdrops blooming

Apple Blossoms Fall

apple blossoms fall
a cock greets a new day
again blossom falls

a late spring storm

late spring storm
scatters the delicacy
of Cherry blossoms

Hi, my name is Kristjaan Panneman, I am living in The Netherlands. I write haiku since the late eighties. I write under nom the plume Chevrefeuille (French for Honeysuckle). I am happy that I am invited to this blog.