Haiku in English

where the wind

silvers the grass

two old friends

first published in The Heron’s Nest, December 2025

a dirt road at dusk

leaving all those stones

unturned

first published in Modern Haiku, Winter 2025

hospice windows

facing west

autumn evening

a fading path

in a fading field

late summer haze

first published in Modern Haiku, Autumn 2025

howling wind

the dog turns away

from a full bowl

first published in Wales Haiku Journal, Autumn 2025

Settling

A field on a hill with a vast view, where long ago I used to sit on the dry grass, looking at the warm sunset. I was still quite young, so I thought to myself, if I had a lot of money, I would buy this place and build a home. I would take you in, we would be one family. Twenty years later I went there again. The field was gone. There was an estate of family houses instead.

a cold damp wind

the smell of the last

piece of earth

first published in Migratory Birds 6, 2025

old willows bending

towards the water

this thirst for youth

first published in The Heron’s Nest, September 2025

still lake

the night falls

without a sound

first published in Chrysanthemum, October 2025

each day

a bit shorter

the road towards darkness

first published in Chrysanthemum, October 2025

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

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

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

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