September morning:

between thuja’s branches

dewly spider’s webs

foggy morning:

veils of spider’s webs

slipping by the thuja

custom shop:

the backyard

full of pigeons

misted glass:

the tram takes away

the trace of my palm

last frontier:

holiday fragrance

unbearable

early morning-

sinking into my coffee

the daystar

flowing spider’s web

getting down from the ceiling-
late make-up

last hand wave-

the window swings

both ways

red geraniums

gush through old shutters-

end of summer

watching the rain-
underneath rush umbrellas
a few sea-gulls

Capoliveri Haiku Contest - Festival Internazionale Le Voci della Poesia 2010, Italy, published in the book "Haiku in volo sui boschi dell'Elba"

a vine hawk moth

round the last bottle-

old sommelier

Capoliveri Haiku Contest - Festival Internazionale Le Voci della Poesia 2011, Italy, published in the book "Gemme di Haiku nella Miniera Calamita

stony wall

furrowing the east mountain-

grapes fragrance

burnt vineyard

protected by stones,

the ancient vine trunk

sunset:

melting in twilight

rocks from the golf

lingering cold:

the inexpressible

windowed

night flight-

this side of the wing

a faint band of light

night train:

the light off frost

windowed

lingering frost:

anxiety

windowed

decomposing fog:
plane track or spindle-shaped cloud
wrinkling the sun

deserted neighbourhood:
the longest street ending with
the setting sun

clossed mine-

the end of the gallery

hemmed with garnets

clossed mine-

sparkling in the dark

malachites

mist along the Danube-

the ore harbor

crumbled

tasting oil:

white plastic glass

becoming yellowy

inox oil press

in a wine cellar’s corner-

in the bottles: olive oil

moon light

on the stony pavement-

olive oil in the glass

empty glasses

on the wine barrel:

tasting olive oil

ancient wine cellar-
among wine barrels
olive oil

terraced vineyards:
ripe grapes
and green lizards

night shadows:
under a diffuse streetlamp
a white moth

rising moon:
blunt stony pontoon
trembling under water

spring sun-
the crow’s wings
suddenly brighter

endless white:
where the snow ends
snowdrops begin