The trees
in the last sunlight
of the year

The pond
ripples its welcome
to the wind

A white wall
nothing but
December sun

Rain drops
in a puddle
an answer

After asking
about her happines
the silence

Glitters
on my telephone
Xmas

This morning
the first light
from the north

The book
of my father
unread

City
only in the park
earth

Geese
are dotting
the sky

Cleaned by the rained
the beets that were left behind
on the fields

On muddy boots
my neighbour's Xmas card
arrived

With all
that we have
the angst

Puddles on the field
the first signs
of daylight

It is soaked
before I reach their door
my neigbour's Xmas card

Thank god
in this grey sky
some seagulls

Traffic light
a clod of earth falls
from the tractor tyre

Words
over the years
less

Thick enough
for a haiku
this ice

A robin
keeps looking at me
during lunch

Crisis
the garbage bag
tears

Monday morning
the ashes from the hearth
drifting off

Taking cover
under these rain clouds
Sunday morning

Of the sun
no idea yet
pond ice

Snow storm
the oak forest
full of birches

Just enough

for my shoe print

first snowfall

Between me
and the stars
a cloud of breath

This morning
halfway down the stairs
the moon

The flower boxes
of the burned down house
full of water

Hopping
in the puddle
raindrops

Raindrops
fall my eyes
shut

My mood-
melancholia
or November?

After the harvest
nothing left on the field
but a scent

Pushing the button
but the light does not come on-
exactly that moment

The couple
at the other table
goes on and on

Last night
a granddad
was born

The meal
now sweet, then sharp
old friends

Driving west
somehow sensing
the sea

Dusk

starring

the city

In the city
I cannot find it
tonight's moon

Daylight
lost in the tunnel
graffiti

Eighteen at last-
driving to his own party
in mom's car

Football supporters
even their train compartment
has a tattoo

Girl's eyes
through the letterbox
her nikab

Butterflies
flying through the pain
her smile

Autumn dusk
on the barren field
an old tree

Talking
along the river
the path

Swans
low over the bridge
she takes my hand

These flowers
on the footbridge
across the tracks

Leisurely
a leaf flutters down
on my backpack

More than reeds
bending in the wind
it is not

One raindrop
and the leaf
lets go

The chill
of my wet coat
after the play

Sunday morning
the kitchen sink full of
Saturday evening

Autumn wind
a monk's hood bowing
to a rose

After reading
the morning paper
dirty hands

The window
when the moon
has passed

A lantern
on a reed stalk
full moon

Raked leaves-
is one of them leaping
back to the pond?

Somewhere
lost in translation
a child plays

This morning
all the moon light
left on the grass

Autumn
after the shower
the rain

It's digging up
sea gulls from the field
potato harvester

Morning traffic jam
at every streetlight
some more make-up

A cat
in the vacant dog house
her look

Night fog
the way home
straight  on

Its intimacy
without prospect
this fog

The yellow leaves
in the cottonwoods
see me raking

October sun
flames swhirling down
from the maple

A breath of wind
the flag moves
of itself

What do I seek
those muddy fields
my view

First dinner
at her parents' house
new shoes

His confused look
when he reads another haiku
on his smartphone

The buzz
when church is out
rustling leaves

A pair of geese
are flying from my dream
into the morning

The seeds
of what blossomed
autumn rain

Atumn wind
leaves are surfing
the wet grass

Lost in translation
the neighbour's cat
is on a diet

The smoke plume
from the factory chimney
doesn't reach heaven

Morning sun
some leaves stay
orange

The pumpkin
he gave his life
a grimace

First dance
his pride is daggering
his embarassment

Autumn
out of the mist
the colours

More and more
she starts talking
to my voice mail

Along the shore
reeds are practicing
west wind yoga

Saturated
this quiet body
with mind

My alarm clock
deeper under the covers
it disappears

moon
day
sun

Kids heads dozing
in the rear view mirror
sunday evening

Autumn wind
a butterfly
almost

Tapping
on the garden table
rain fingers

Seagulls
sprinkling themselves
on farmland

Green leaves
on a broken branch
moved

Project X
all my neighbour's leaves
in my garden

The tapping
of these raindrops
you and me

Getting lost
between the rain drops
on the window

The valley
connecting the hills
our talk

Stationary
at the traffic lights
morning star

Reed plumes
making the reeds
bow deeper

Headwind-
do my wrinkles
decrease yet?

Evening sun
there is still dew
in the shade

Windows
facing north
her eyes

The view
from my window
the view

Twilight
between summer
and fall

In the polder
my headlights illuminate
the whole universe

Sensing the sun
coming through the clouds
my eyes closed

In the shadow
of this summer cloud
autumn

Summerwind
rustling through my notes
carillon

On top of the walls
around the convent garden
withered flowers

Gone, back soon.

The waiting
keeps getting longer
old moon

Waving
to the dew drops
her wet hair

A window
full of sunlight
on the floor

Visiting hour
his name slipping his mind
he became world

In the dog crate
the summer wind is playing
with long ears

The punching bag
on the pear tree
of his father

Moonlight
reflected by the lake
why am I sad?

A squirrel
in the walnut tree
soon we'll leave

Coming home
over the lake
the moon

Gone, back soon

On the flip side
of his daughter's drawing
his boarding pass

Some butterflies
trying with might and main
to pick a plum

If only I could be
that wet towel
in the deck chair

The castle walls
waylaid by moths
on the floodlights

A daisy
under the yoga mat
broken

Gone,
back
soon

The garden chairs
have spent all night
talking

Her eyedrops
administered by him
surrender

This chill wind
even the garden gnome
has goose bumps

My father's tranquillity
when he polishes
my mother's glasses

The soft sound
of my mothers footsteps
through the garden

I walk away
from their conversation
a low moon

Old moon
not a single cloud
can block her path

Only rose petals
now all the hail stones
have melted

After the rain
the drops from the trees
old pain

Counting butterflies
in her old eyes
their lightness

Two grey doves
on the garden path
my parents

An empty tip cart
in the morning sun
the quiet grain

In front of the camper
a little girl takes her hamster
out of its cage

A butterfly
on her backpack
now and then a word

The water butt
as full as
when we left

Their straw hats
church-goers meet
recreationists

Deep in the valley
the network signal
gets

Freshly greased
my mountaineering boots
catch all the dust

The slight resistance
of a new book
upon opening

Shining
in the deck chair
wet leaves

Oncology
the visitors smell
of smoke

Rain
dripping from
the days

Her first purse
flakes of nail polish
on her nails

Between the clouds
every now and then
a thought

Last night
in a shallow puddle
all stars

On the tv
they're cycling up a mountain
my battery almost gone

He urges his dog
to pick up the pace
the fat man

He pets his dog
and reads his comic
thoughtlessy

Her eyes
the size of the butterfly
on her arm

Two girls
one complete makeover
of my smart phone

Sunlight
streaming between banks
of clouds

Roses
in the rain-
her silence

The computer
ends my sleep mode
with his

Summer rain
is drawing tears
on the slide

In the mirror
shaving cream on my chin
my father's eyes

Each time
I leave
my keys

Each time
I enter
Buddha

A small snail
quietly eats a blade of grass-
this immense lawn

In the distance
a thunder storm is coming
I fart

During ebb tide
waves still long for land
his memorial

Like a fossil
in the sand - this crane fly
in the roller blind

Biology 101
an oxeye daisy teaching
a class of daisies

A bumble bee
in front of the closed window
the haiku poet.

Heavy with rain
waving untill the end
the camp site flag

In the garden
butterflies abound
what is there to chase?

Almost getting lost
in the sugar beet maze
young rabbits

Not missing a beat
she picks the biggest strawberry
our neighbour's daughter

His first letter
the tip of his tongue
writes along

One paint brush
and her two eyes
full of sky

A trace of incense
dissolves before my eyes-
how close it is

A bird
keeps whistling
through my haiku

Tonight
she wears her pearls
the jasmine

She looks my way
a zucchini flower
in the rain

The soccer shirt
on the clothesline
surrender

After the meeting
some cookie crumbs kept peeking
through my reading glasses

Garden chairs
their deepest brown
in the rain

Evening falls
when I close the book
a blackbird

Alone
wearing my clothes
from yesterday

On his bike
whistling into the storm
the old man

Morning fog
milk clouding
my coffee

Summer rain
the soft munching
of snails

The bird
dissolved in words
vanishes

Somewhere
between all that green
Buddha sits

Their empty house
the waste container filled
with pain

Pouring rain
the hungry birds
don't care

Every time I look up
the scarecrow moves
and hoes a little

Pulled weeds
furtively saved by
last night's rain

Heads bowed
hands on their back
this quiet field

Morning sun
a warm newspaper
in the mail box

Summer day
somewhere there is
something dead

Again and again
this bat through the garden
her bad news

How fresh
their spray
burst bubbles

Haiku Heights Challenge: 'Joy'

A frog croacks
a heron passes by
a frog croacks

http://www.haiku-heights.blogspot.com/

Picking flowers
in the entire garden
nothing resists

Picking flowers
during my whole life
this body

To sleep
or not to sleep
a frog

Quiet morning
the postman throws a haiku
in the mailbox

She herself can't see
what it's like to see my love
in our garden

Haiku Heights Challenge: 'Pine'              

                 An ocean wind
        bent
pine

http://www.haiku-heights.blogspot.com/

He rolls his own
and inhales the silence
between his thoughts

Rainwater
in their two wine glasses
next to the fire bowl

Ascension Day
my ladder still stands
against the barn

Through the garden
with a basket filled with weeds
butterfies follow

A crow croaks-
suddenly I'm aware
of all my bones

Spring rain
dripping from new leaves
to old soil

Broken
at the foot of the cliff
the pencil I found

Playing soccer
with a leaky globe
mommy's weekend

The gas station
ran out of flowers
Mother's Day

Young leaves
on an old branch
twinkling eyes

Ferry chain
a glance of heaven
every time

Muddy rugs
her slot machine cheers
lunch time

Commuters

the soft rattle

of the ferry chain

After the squall
it all starts flying again
in the garden

On the platform
her eyeliner traces
one way ticket

Gone, back now and then..

The hallway
an assault course
lumbago

May 5
just some doves
on the road

He can't decide
which action hero to be
after the movie

Girl's dreams
every duck on the field
its own name

Fog
thoughts dissolving
into bird song

No more wren
just the sprig
moving

It's right here
after a long day
on my own

What takes shelter
in the sound of raindrops
on the roof window

That pallid skin
from under the band aid
stuck it to me

Between catchweed
and forget-me-nots
a buddha statue

Is it the tree
that's holding on to it-
this dead branch?

Young weeds
again marking the outline
of my garden path

Brake lights
in the rear view mirror
applying her lipstick

Late at night
closing the window
I face myself

Sunday morning
walkers on the beach
driftwood

Hailstones
down in the calix
of the tulip

Young snails
on the young lettuces.
Now what?

Having fun
on the rotating clothes line
kids clothes

At the bakery
a worn-out wallet
trembling hands

A young bull
its tail moving
spring wind

This morning
blossom leaves
float by

The garden table
laid with hail stones
Sunday breakfast

Last night
the sky full of stars
plum blossoms

A duck
brings ripples
then takes them

Fearless
in the hail storm
plum blossoms

Daisies
where last year
blossoms fell

Sunday afternoon
an old farmhouse
in the rain

A blossom leaf
falling in the pond
not a ripple

Easter rain
whatever has withered
comes again

The kid
after one look
about-face

The autumn leaf
now lies in the shadow
of the tulips

Still this snow
refuses to fall
plum blossom

Flowers
in a spring garden
her dreams

Plum blossoms
a half moon rising
not a word

Easter branches
are slowly dying
along the path

Oh, old pond
a frog jumps in
sound of stork

A swan
floats to the bank
sunset

Fog lifts
the plowed fields
slowly

Through the fog
a rising sun
narcissus

The moon
over the empty road
almost home

Spring stops
these white coffins
are too small

After tomorrow, gone for a few days

The old farmer
plowing his field
in mind

Old hands
put a dead tomtit
on the windowsill

A dead tomtit
the boundless sky
in its feet

On the clothesline
clothes-pegs in all colours
spring

Spring sun
on these old vines
moss grows

Reunited
sharing Japanese jokes
two monks

Filled with stars
this midnight garden
heart blooming

Early morning
sparrows chasing each other
the fog lifts

Gone, back soon.
H.

Burning logs
in the fire place
he turns a page

Reflected
in the quiet pond
my unrest

Startling ducks
along the brook
two by two

Reflected
in the flowing brook
my unrest

A tulip blooming
first light
enters

Fog outside
tulips blooming inside
lent

Searching
in her old eyes
his tears

Dawn
the convent gate ajar
young daffodils

Gone, back soon

Again
leaving home
fog

Today
leaves decaying
everywhere

But their knees
almost kissing each other
under the table

On the beach
the slowest lighthouse
winter sun

It tried so hard
the flowering hyacinth
that capsized

Tinkling
into the empty fire bowl
a hail squall

Her tablecloth
the map of our friendship
red wine stains

On her fiftieth
a birthday card from her church
with black borders

Drops
on a bonsai-
ah

Raindrops
falling on the ice
their meeting

After the snow
the smell of decay
on the fields

Melting
in Buddha's arms
the last snow

In my cold room
only the glowing tip
of an incense stick

Its dust too
perfectly reflected
old mirror

Whispering
to her doll
falling snow

Lifted from the snow
this basket full of firewood-
full moon

The snow
that fell last night
dreams

Winter forest-
on all branches
silence

Alone in a tree
the jackdaw I scared away
from the bird table

Snow traces
on the doormat
of the zendo

The moon too
is covered in snow
tonight

Snow flakes
now the heavy ones too
dare to let go

The night so cold
I invited the moon in
but she declined

Even that autumn leaf
fell through the ice
and froze

The garden bench
thinly covered with snow
as good as new

At dusk
a flock of jackdaws
night snippets

Kid's matinée
fathers with little purses
at the toilets

A clothespin
softly bit
her T-shirt

From the depths
of his heart
"Hold me free!'

A white heron
erases a little grey
from the dawn

Maybe somewhere
on the window sill
her last paw prints

Out there!
A pink cloud!
Really!

A flock of jackdaws
in the January sun
my mood

Dawn
an empty wine glass
on the table

The click
of the thermostat
rain

Fashion store
the client wipes her feet
her dog doesn't

Every streetlight
along this quiet road
dripping with rain

The old oak
a layer of frost
for a shadow

The old oak
now with a shadow
of frost

Halfway sunk
ice his only support
this old sloop

Halfway sunk
ice his only support
that old sloop

Early dawn
blushing like a kid's cheek
in frosty weather

Retrieved
under old autumn leaves
the smell of soil

Above all those
sirens and flashing lights
a rainbow

Duckweed
on the heron's legs
as it takes off

Rapping before the mirror
wearing his 3D glasses
he sees the future

The ginkgo
without leaves still
the ginkgo

A late duck
transforms ditch water
into moonlight

Over the candle
and the Buddha statue
the full moon

Morning light
on the empty table
that I sit at

Unexpected
a fly buzzing
winter's sun

Those storm clouds
keep changing the view
of heaven

After the rainstorm
the moon and the sheep
washed and rinsed

A street light
in the storm
a candle flutters

Late at night
from under the blankets
texting his mom

Barefoot
and sleepy eyed
her fairy book