nuts on the blanket-/ sun slips down/ the sinusoid

changing seasons:/ same words capturing/ different emotions

winter approaching-/ the river disappears beneath/ waves of steam

autumn sunset:/ strips of light trembling/ before touching the ground

diluvian rain:/ the red of poppies/ diluted in canvas field

rainy morning-/ another patern over the paviment:/ poplar leaves

almost daybreak:/ half of the tree gloomy/ half hazy

haze over the fields-/ even the stray dog/ looks unrestled

foggy morning:/ apples in the stand heap/ ghostly green

calm day-/ my dragonfly kite/ refuses to rise

slippery road-/ the conversation slips/ into a tabu subject

bubbling washing machine:/ the fizz of champagne/ evaporating

eye witness:/ sunrise stretching/ the wrinkled sky

first autumn day-/ rippling in the wind/ tiny grass snails

Sunday trip-/ lost and found into the fog/ the serpentine road

desert day/ in my front garden/ blooming cactuses

hungry moon:/ a drop of honey/ on the table

summer sun/ the ice-cream merging/ a well baked pancake

morning void/ hiding my face/ into the pillow

spider web between windows:/ rising moon/ already trapped

late reading:/ allured words lean my imagination/ into unknown

camping fire:/ shaft of flames/ in her eyes

fireworks:/ birch’s bar/k lens its light back into sky

inside and outside/ the mask’s story/ unrelenting

your unfinished letter-/ dust on each inch/ of it

flood of memories:/ on my windowsill/ splashing rain

flood of memories:/ river near me/ flows quietly

fish market:/ not a single puddle/ without a moving reflection

first day at school-/ just after the corner:/ squatting sun

coastal shore:/ the cliffs softened/ by summer foam

dim morning/ among mist clouds/ squatting sun

string of trees-/ the old man counting…/ still odd

rusty sunset/ changing the color of vineyards/ he once owned

rainfalls-/ filling the emptiness/ of a curled vine leaf

the end of summer/ the baby swallow/ doesn’t know yet published in the anthology of Festival Internationale Le Voci della Poesia 2013 - Rondini e Haiku migrano a Capoliveri

rising sun/ dolphins borrow the color/ of the fishing boats