Moonlight
behind storm clouds -
looking up

Boxing Day -

our neigbour's rooster

made it again

My buddy

pisses his own floodmark -

winter beach

Frosty night -

the whole Milky Way creaks

under my feet

His clouds

thinner and thinner -

old painter

Autumn -

a friend

waits

After the storm

nothing but leaves in its web -

veggie-spider

Dorm -

on the doormat

beercaps

Sea foam -

somewhere something

eludes me

Autumn garden -

the flowering weeds

we leave

Raking leaves -
the car slowly
rolls by

Driving back alone -

in the rear view mirror

the setting sun

An empty vase -
I have been away
too long

Night wind
through autumn leaves -
spring rain dreams

Autumn -

sunrise with

coffee

That spiderweb -

the waving reed stalk

just inches away

Atumn showers -

an old scarecrow

in a raincoat

Almost autumn -

against a summer cloud

a crow

Talking about

her deceased father -

low clouds

Northern shores -

sometimes the wind

does all the talking

Awakening
to her first light
in arctic skies

Volle maan -
een stamelend eind
aan ons gesprek

Through the open window

the smell of onions drying -

my incense burned up

Yellowed photographs -

the scent of her father's

cigarette smoke

Suddenly

the brooch flutters off

from her sun hat

The grey hair

of my mother lights up -

evening sun

A butterfly
on the lace curtain -
first kiss

One year later -
sunflowers still bowing
their heads

Weeding
the lavender -
intoxicated

An old band-aid

floating in the pool -

Monday morning

The crescent moon

lost in translation in

the quiet grain

Listening

to two young girls

reminiscing

I get stuck

in the Hail Mary -

her funeral

Sunday morning -

when my alarm goes off

frogs respond

Full moon -
so much closer
than the moon

Despair -

she cannot see

in the dark

Clouds floating
on my air bed
in the lake

The hole
in the canopy -
full moon

The reality
of this moon reflected
in the pond

Rain -
completely
exposed

Old friends over -
absent-mindedly I fold
their towels

Languid Sunday -
watching my neighbour's
potatoes grow

Loose tiles
in the cathedral -
whisperings

Love
in a travel mug -
Monday morning

Blossom flowers
slowly floating past -
new neighbours

Spring -
Some ducklings
become magpie

My love

come out into the garden

the sun asks for you

His journey

without horizon -

I too get lost

On the stumps
of the pollarded willow
a crow

The bird songs

and the sun do not get lost -

dense fog

Clouded moon -

the loneliness 

of old friends

O old pond

a banana drops from the tree 

sound of water

Sitting in silence -

falling blossoms reveal

the branch's shape

Old friends -

a vase with a blossom branch

next to our table

The spring breeze

gets it to dance -

old swamp willow

Day off -

I turn my reading chair

with the sun

Girls house -

the light on the landing

is broken

What remains

now the fog has lifted-

almond blossoms

Guest and host -

arranging flowers

in the morning sun

Trying to speak
in this foreign tongue -
a blackbird sings

Today everything
grew a little younger -
the first butterfly

Sunday morning -
the rain is also
having breakfast

Sluggish fly,
go ahead and enjoy
this spring sun

My dharma friend
in a crowded museum -
almond blossoms

From under
the dull copper
my face

Swimming
laps gnimmiws
spal

Evening falls -
I help my father
get on his feet

Cloudless -
just a crow
to a branch

How tender
the rain starts -
winter night

Retrieved
in the white camellias -
the garden's snow

Fireplace -

our conversation

softly crackles

Full moon

on the ice

so light

No response -

slowly the snow

starts to fall

Rain gently tapping

against the bedroom windows -

countless awakenings

Now the dove

last night the moon -

winter tree

Finishing

this bad book -

winter rain

A cloud
before the winter moon -
my breath

Frost on the grass

before the sun rises -

my grey hair

Drawn

by an old hand -

butterflies

Dear followers, this year less haiku (no longer daily) but hopefully better ones ;o)

Unimpeded

the morning light

through the storm

Coming home -

where the surf was

now the storm