Haiku # 335

looking at winter

through the voluptuous spirals

of my hot coffee

Fashion shop, Bologna – Italy

# 335

Haiku # 330

coffee grounds reading,

‘cause stars seem in confusion

about tomorrow

In a coffee bar – Italy

# 330

Haiku # 327

spicy grains in hand

star cluster, like Pleiades

in the fragrant sky

Gran Bazar, Istanbul

# 327

 

 

 

 

Haiku # 318

taciturnity,

in the folds of this moment

I bury my joy

Black tea, apple pie with strawberry sauce, Istanbul – Turkey

# 318

Haiku # 277

last toll – bell vibrates

light flooding into darkness:

mushrooms for dinner

Stone lion, knocker – Italy

# 277

Haiku # 266

autumn festival,

spreading bright colors to cure

the fear of darkness

# 266

Haiku # 172

door bursting open

curtains flutter cheerfully,

hands full of cherries

Wrought-iron door handle – Montepulciano Italy

# 172

Haiku # 151

mom can do magic:

her knife turns around the world

 - apple peel streamers

# 151

Haiku # 129

clipped with clothes pegs

golden cobs hang in mid-air

spinning in the breeze

Cobs, dried tomatoes and salami

# 129

Haiku # 124

daily ritual:

I like to remove some beads

from your rosary

Tomatoes on display at a shop in Bologna

# 124