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Tiring the heart--
mountains and ocean
too much beauty


golden cut –

golden cut –
the Fibonacci spiral
in a snail shell 
Diana Teneva 

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


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
light rain
oriental poppies
shed their petals
the sun
takes a toll of potted plants
dead lupins
dandelions  -
of suns and moons
the stream
wild geraniums
on the edges of fields

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
speckle the lawn
the air filled with fairies
fading - the remains
of a rainbow
dawn chorus
morning seeps between the curtains
building site hammers

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
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

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.
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
of the funeral
grey clouds
scattered by the cries
of mating crows
shaken by a chill wind
leafy fingers
glitters from garden mobiles
blue sky
apple blossom
pink and white glory
from the cosmic core
this tiny bird chirping
crowds the garden path
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
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
the rain holds off
wind howls along the street
rips away blossom
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
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

shoots upward again

Jack Galmitz
night rain
dashing against the window
the dog stays in

April twilight
slipping into dark
night frost blackens the pear blossom bonfire smoke
in the east wind
falling petals - flakes
of white ice
scattered across the lawn
plum blossom
cherry orchard -
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
purple honesty
in the window box
flash in the cold depths
scattered petals
washes away the dust
spring greens
cherry petals
confetti the pavement
nesting 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  -
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
counterpoints the rust
grape muscari
into the garden
a hawk  -
cacaphony of wings
plum blossom
more prolific then cherry
garden sparrows
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


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
through the woods 
lighting the way
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
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


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


a rare
snowflake just breezed by
not wary of spring
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
chirping thrush
the cherry tree
in flower
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

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.

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.