久しぶり〜
Haiku dopo una birra, o forse due.
right when I see them
they fade away –
fireflies
[11.07]
squinting
at the sun – the sky
in my hands
[7.07]
piercing sun
between my fingers
a deep blue
[6.07]
crescent moon
hidden in blighted leaves
another poem [27.06]
early sunrise –
that unoccupied space
on my right
[16.06]
night thoughts
one by one reaching ground
withering petals [12.04]
and there
she goes away –
ladybug
[13.03]
cherry blossoms –
the odour of disinfectant
through the clothesline
[12.03]
dim light –
the shining lines
of snail trails
[1.03]
brush strokes –
robins’ whistles rising
and fading
[21.02]
blue sky –
all the space left
on the painting
[12.02]
hiding
behind a cigarette
this mist
[20.12]
empty nests –
didn’t the sky look
brighter?
[20.12]
Rotting grapes
Grandpa prattles on harvest
with his caretaker
[16.12]
[GRS]
Gaia R. Sain 