Haiku # 91

windless summer nights,

the pleasing scent of lilies

I’ll never forget

# 91

Haiku # 90

breeze plays with blankets

thumb-and-forefinger… then blow:

soapy hands, bubbles

# 90

Haiku # 89

we stand on the quay,

the flowers on your foulards

waving in the wind

# 89

Haiku # 88

the roar of a plane

bounces, bounces off the clouds

slowly, it dies out

# 88

Haiku # 87

I’m up in the air,

words flit hither and thither

midges in a cloud

# 87

Haiku # 86

the rhythm of our lives

slow, silent, waltz or tango:

we are thin shadows

# 86

Haiku # 85

white wild flowers,

the unbridled enthusiasm

of the short stories

# 85

Haiku # 84

lesson number three:

there’s no way to rise the sea

without some moon

# 84

Haiku # 83

a loud screeching cry

water explodes in chips, then…

then nothing, I yawn

# 83

Haiku # 82

the winds blow, I smile

Find  a nook, Little Match girl..

raindrops on my face

# 82