clammy mist-
sound of dewdrops
from the trees

red
where your breath
touches me

a lighter's spark
from an open window-
smell of pumpkin pie

the last walnut leaves
around a diffuse lamp post
approaching winter

foggy morning
lights from the railway station
glinting red

late blooming roses -
diffused all over the sky
purple sardine clouds

another year
wiped away-
dewless mistletoe

mist above the shipyard
the drifting shape of a tug
disappearing

a drip of coffee
on the table mat
one color morning

Printed in Frogpond Journal, Winter Edition 2009, Volume 32, No.4 (released in March 2010)

autumn evening-
dishes soaking in the sink
drama on tv

autumn even fall
just one cup of jasmine tea
on tatami mat

a train passes on
the wheels fiz remains a while
above the station

turning evening
autumn breeze suddenly changes
color of the sky

end of summer beach-
two steaming jasmine tea pots
for drinking on sand

table for two-
besides a strong espresso
a mildew rose

holding in the hand
the last piece of the full moon-
the evening puzzle

early fishing boats
disappearing unnoticed-
incandescent sky

one day trip:
above the citadel walls
a different sky

serene summer dusk
a white moth flies in and out
of the bum boat

hot night of July-
in the silent coast harbour
shimmer of a ship

cerul rasturnat
in lanul cu maci -
ciob de oglinda

days of dry wind
in a pail of water
the sun shudders

last may
before the wedding -
first lime blooming

waiting for the tram -
cherry stones scattered loudly
all over the sidewalk

empty wine bottle -
the evening flight reflection
of a flock of storks

unexpeced rain-
the bag full of hot croissants
mists up suddenly

deserted village
from gate to gate grabbling
a hungry white dog

morning teeming rain
beyond an open window
whispered lullaby

glissading rain drops
the front window becoming
insubstantial

early spring morning
black coffee flavor steaming
balcony’s window

a drip of coffee
blurring the silky napkin
hassle of sparrows

chilly autumn rain
dark spots multiplying
on her leather shoes

this rainy morning
no one to be gathered by
the ring of the bell

late summer drought
besides her rose tatoo
a pale blue vein

lonely ivied house
an opened window wakes up
a mosquitoes swarm

frosty afternoon-
the smell of roasted chestnuts
stirs up memories

closed salt mine
fluttering the ease
a priest’s chant

pamant rascolit-
nimeni nu vede in sant
luna de gheata

lake at sunset -
water becoming
pinot noir

the milky spring fog -
sharp, loud scream of the black storks
wrinkling the lake

8th International Haiku Contest Ludbreg 2009 - Honorable mention

old men gathering:
still folding and unfolding
origami cranes


International Haiku Contest "One Thousand Cranes" 2008 - The Third Prize