Winter moon
Above an icy pond
Silent night
Night without wings
Wind hissing through oaks
Cozy within
Slow north wind
Bringing fine grained snow
Steps turn west
Raging storm
Then a moment of silence
And the moon
Snow has left
But winter stays
Cold and muddy
End of the year
A square of concrete walls
Yet some blossoms
Frosty lake
No one’s at the jetty
Birds left, too
Cold drizzle
Yet freeway’s clear bar code
Still got a honk
PS:
David McMurray on the Asahi Haikuist Network
published:
Lothar M. Kirsch composed his haiku on a postcard
mailed from the small village of Shira, Iran, located to the south of the
Caspian Sea.
Dried out
soil
sloping till
the horizon
but the hawk
circles
Thank
you very much!
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