Morning at Beagle Canal
Tranquil morning at the canal
Wind, gust and breeze have
ceased
The water lies dark and oily
No ripples, no boat, no rain
An Alaska goose seems to moor
No paddling, no ripples, no
movement
But some birds sing into the
morning
And flowers open to spread
perfume
All serenity will be gone soon
As day proceeds and wind
returns
Lothar M. Kirsch ©2017 Ushuaia
Summer
storm
After wind and rain
Still dropping
ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David
McMurray published one of my haiku yesterday:
Sun on the sidewalk
Heading for parasol’s shade
Auntie’s
swollen legs
Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
Rhine
River running and rolling
Then slackened and stagnant
Barks bowing to billows
Olive water and withered
willows
Boys playing on barren banks
Black smoke blown from
barbecues
Mists moving though mornings
Icy mud clings to the mooring
The cranes cross in large
crowds
Winter mollies the waterfront
White blanket melts despite the
whiff
Rivulet murmurs into the Rhine
Spring returns with snowmelt
River sloshes around and across
the slopes
First buds opening for the busy
bees
Oh, join me for a journey
Along the towpaths and through
towns
Through all seasons with sober
mirth
© 2017 Lothar M. Kirsch
"Look,
what is best”
We might walk around the city
And do some window shopping
So occupied, what a pity
Suddenly it’s eye-popping
We get closer to the window
Have to shade our eyes with
both hands
But the shop keeper reprimands
Even the black dressed widow
Does he know we just want to
look?
Or is he more some kind of
schnook?
Someone prone to decrepity
Then his face is full of
laughter
Recalling mother and daughter
And so woke serendipity
Lothar M.
Kirsch ©2018
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Can’t hide
In the dust
The wind
The Mainichi Japan has
published this Haiku today:
After the thunder
The street is darker
And still empty
--
Lothar M. Kirsch (Meerbusch,
Germany)
Selected by Dhugal J. Lindsay
http://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20180625/p2g/00m/0fe/123000c
For Haiku and pictures on the Blog Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
Icy Peak
Above the tree line
Ice has carved the granite
We trek along
Through fir woods
Tall and serene
And the wet ground
Speckled with low pines
Snow has covered the rock
We cross a fox trail
Heavily breathing pristine air
Then we reach the ridge
And walking gets easier
The sun glares brightly at us
While the wind is cold and
fierce
We’re still putting step after
step
We reach the summit, eventually
Enjoy the sight and moment
Exhaustion’s still an alien
concept
But as it is past noon
We have to leave
And in between the fir trees
Wind howls and night and cold
Are grabbing our souls
But we still have _miles to go
before_
We can lay down to rest and
sleep
No nightmare will pester us
As in our dreams we still shall
look
From standing on the icy peak
Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
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Blue
Sky
Is it the blue sky
So high above
That elevates my spirits?
Or the songs
The birds are singing
Under the blue sky?
Or rather tree and bushes
And the blooming meadow?
The golden field?
Maybe it’s all of nature
Gathered under the blue sky
And the soft wind
… whispering
Poem and picture by Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
In Days of Yore
In the open mead the barley lies
golden
And white clouds are passing by
above
The rivulet from the forest
ground
It flows so gently purling past
We will not stop off at the
tavern
But rest ourselves on green,
soft mosses
There in the shadow hall of
beech trees
We listen to the goldfinch and
the greenfinch
The golden wine poured into chalices
We salute and then refresh
ourselves
One is caressing his sweetheart
so cute
The other carves into the wood his
heart
We contemplate about the times
to come
If our offspring may enjoy
their lives
Beauty donated by nature
herself
As well as friendship and true
love
Poem and picture by Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
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