blood on the pillow -
the mosquito
of my dream

***

sang sur l'oreiller -
le moustique
de mon rêve

mistral evening -
wine drops
on the tablecloth

***

soir de mistral -
des gouttes de vin
sur la nappe

silent dawn -
some black ants
some red ants

***

silence de l'aube -
quelques fourmis noires
quelques fourmis rouges

Tourists with Cameras

which way to turn
always looking through a lens
not seeing

© 2008, gerald england

See more at Stockholm by Plenty

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hilltop

hilltop
the cyclist pauses
to analyse clouds

© 2008, gerald england

Another Argument

another argument
smell of poison
before the wasp's nest

Milky Way -
a little stone in my left
rope-soled sandal

***

voie lactée -
un petit caillou
dans mon espadrille gauche

Back From Vacation...

I just got home yesterday from my four-day trip to Northern Wisconsin, specifically the Ashland to Bayfield area around Lake Superior. (My copy of "dust of summers," the 2007 Red Moon Anthology, made a wonderful travel companion!)

ojibwa blade
obsidian whirls
in tyler forks

summer evening
the fourth bride
on three-bridge trail

thirty feet
above copper falls--
soft wood

bitter coffee
in morning lake-light
the ferry's hum

lake superior downpour
the heat of lantern flame
beneath my hand

crowded wayside
two-ply toliet paper
becomes one-ply

just home
making mac 'n cheese
without the milk

Heat wave

heat wave
tempers, temperature rise
global warming near?


lingering heat wave
all designer bras
suddenly on sale

Vic Gendrano

June rain -
a spider's web
in the watering can

***

pluie de juin -
une toile d'araignée
dans l'arrosoir

Hot Afternoon

hot afternoon
clover heads bending
beneath the bee's weight

Wrong Notes

wrong notes
in the piano teacher's parlor
summer breeze

canary song
the piano teacher's dog barks
at my wrong notes


The Reluctant Pianist by William Arthur Breakspeare

distant rumble -
a moth between
shutter and pane

***

grondement lointain -
un papillon de nuit
entre vitre et volet

Birthday Weekend

my birthday weekend...
a tornado siren
through the sound of the rain

in my in-box, birthday greetings
and news of his death

~

R.I.P. Jim - June 6, 2008

I wrote the haiku/first link around 8:00 this morning, close to the time he passed away. The news reached me in an e-mail about three hours later. Jim was a very active member in my family's parish, and he will be missed dearly.

~

The first week or so of June is full of birthdays for my family. My birthday falls on the 8th, when we will also be celebrating my grandmother's--she turns 99 on the 10th.

grandma and I
on the nursing home porch
never so similar
as when my mother sits
between us

after ninety nine years
what more can we give her?
an afternoon walk
where she calls the apple blossoms
snow

Black Clouds

black clouds
my pages turn
two at a time

Vacation Plans

vacation plans--
on the brochure cover
a garden like mine

Early Morning

early morning
the heat of potting soil
straight through my gloves

I fix again the net
on strawberry plants -
blackbirds' whistles

***

le filet refixé
sur les fraisiers -
un merle siffle

May Breeze

may breeze
her face brightens
one window at a time

spring Sunday -
brand new bicycles
along the towpath


***

dimanche printanier -
des vélos flambant neuf
sur le chemin du canal