My touch in her skin
a wave at dawn unfurling
a white frothing sea
~
Minuit…
dans son visage brule
la flamme du sommeil
~
His touch
a warm sunlight filling
the cracks in her soul
~
Spring twilight
I sip my tea and gaze
at the rising moon
Haiku # 675
Tag: Spring
Haiku # 635
Vêtue d’amour
la rosée de son souffle
choyant ses joues
~
Clothed by love
the dewdrops of his breath
caressing her cheeks
Tanka # 139
Listen closely—
all the flowers of spring
breaking their tight buds
are whispering
my love for you
On the Cusp of Spring
Her falling dress
a breath of fog and dew
lacing the forest,
naked she then wades
the blue water of dawn,
in the kiss of her skin
the morning sun rising.
In countless streamlets
the fire of her fragrance
replenishes my inkwell,
out of the hardness of stone
coaxing my will to rise
and face the world again,
shape the world anew
out of the depth
of my love and passion,
the maturity of my manhood,
the rejuvenating vigor of her presence
flowering in my heart,
pervading my being
with the light of eternity.
Tanka # 97
Spring again,
the apricot tree
flowering in the garden,
before the mirror combing
my first line of gray hair.
Haiku # 464
Spring funeral…
a shower of blossoms
and her falling tears
Haiku # 461
The light of the candle
does not disturb
the darkness of the night
~
ضوء الشمعة
لا يزعج
عتمة الليل
~
مرتدية تاجها الأبيض
الشجرة تقرع
جرس الربيع
~
Donning her white crown
the tree tolls
the bell of spring
Haiku # 399
In the wingbeat
of a butterfly
morning comes
~
Haïku…
la solitude d’un moment
tombé des étoiles
~
Amid her dark tresses
a white hair…
flowers of spring
~
Oiseau de passage…
ce monde où
on vient pour s’en aller
Haiku # 372
Herbes du printemps
cheveux vert de ceux
longtemps morts
~
Spring grass
the green hair of those
dead long ago
Haiku # 361
In spring moonlight
how old am I?
the laughter in my years
~
Another white hair
thirty four and standing
here in the spring moon
~
Counting the ways
in which I love you,
my hair grows white…
Tanka # 63
In my grave
where no one comes,
on the wind of spring
the sighs of lovers
burning in the night.
Haiku # 293
Autumn dreams
in the earth sleeping…
spring compost
Senryu # 114
Cool garden breeze –
a jasmine scarf embroidered
with smiling poppies
Haiku # 195
Snow thaws
and I find my tears,
each a flower
~
Tears…
blooms
in the making
A Homecoming Song
The thunderous fall
of silence.
My heart
on the rock of dawn
breaks and shatters,
a wizard’s ball,
its misted fumes
breathing into the clear air
the vanishing images
of past and future.
Stillness,
the widening ring of silence
soaks all
into a single wave,
a clear, peaceful presence,
a white fabric
torn suddenly
by a shooting birdsong
as the mirthful ether sighs
a lighthearted hilarity,
every leaf and flower rustling
with a new found joy,
spring everywhere budding,
and my heart in the tumult
a blossoming red flower
reeling with ecstasy,
the whisperings of home.
Haiku # 186
Dry my sorrow…
in the spring rain
a butterfly
Haiku # 176
Spring rain –
a drizzle of silence
sighing her name.
Haiku # 52
Fading one by one
In the white pond of silence,
Stars whispering, dawn.
~
Faint rustle of leaves,
In the air, the scent of spring
Kissing joyous hearts.
~
Autumn’s dewed caress
Seeping down my neck as mist
Covers the world, still.
Haiku # 46
Breezing through the trees,
The soft scent of jasmine spreads
Below a full moon.
Rooted in Love 