summer afternoon

 

summer afternoon

wandering far beyond

the event horizon

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, summer 2025

 

 

 

still attached

to the old days

a watch on a chain

 

first published in World Haiku Review, spring 2025

 

 

 

Pick the Day

 

The expensive watch on the wrist of the man in the large poster by the road was intended to be a symbol of eternal success, the victory of youth over time, the staying of the best moment. But in fact it was a sign of transience as old as time. The old masters used to stop the passing world in a still image. They showed all the more painfully that it had already passed. Like the man in the poster.

 

lowering sun
we stand on our toes
to reach the last plums

 

first published in Cattails, April 2025

 

 

thinking of Horace

 

thinking of Horace

on a field road in summer

fuga temporum

 

 

 

shadows walk slowly

and read the epitaphs

late summer sundown

 

 

 

the chill

in the mannequin’s eyes

end of summer sale

 

first published in Tinywords, July 2025

 

 

no need

 

no need

to understand

lake reflections

 

first published in Chrysanthemum, April 2025

 

 

 

the first day

of retirement

morning glories

 

first published in Chrysanthemum, April 2025

 

 

 

the moonlight on the river holding me in place

 

 

Lenten time

 

Lenten time

my soul gets drunk

on evening rain

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, spring 2025

 

 

 

a lone swan

in a flooded field

spring melancholy

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, spring 2025

 

 

 

a human being

longing for being human

hawthorn blossoms

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, spring 2025

 

 

crescent moon

 

crescent moon

the empty cradle

in that room

 

first published in Modern Haiku, winter-spring 2025

 

 

 

my muse

with a finger on her lips

summer evening

 

first published in Presence, March 2025

 

 

 

the old bridge

over the lazy river

a slow train home

 

 

 

abandoned graveyard

 

abandoned graveyard

the barely audible

breath of wind

 

first published in The Heron’s Nest, March 2025

 

 

 

black spots

on yellow leaves

melancholy

 

 

 

ending the day

on a high note

a song thrush

 

 

Chopin’s heart pickled

Chopin’s heart pickled

in a jar of alcohol

autumnal willows

 

first published in Tsuri-dōrō, January/February 2025

 

 

 

a white cup

on a mahogany table

winter twilight

 

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, Winter 2024/25

 

 

 

contemplating

the winter emptiness

this cluttered mind