Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, Volume 8:1 Autumn/Winter 2024

 first snow –

no trace of smoke

from my mother’s house

prima zăpadă –
niciun fuior de fum
din casa mamei
      Mihaela Cojocaru, Romania

winter evening –
through the closed window
icicles on the moon

seară de iarnă –
prin fereastra închisă
ţurţuri în lună
      Carmen Duvalma, Romania

rain patter
the crickets are waiting
their turn

ţârâit de ploaie
greierii îşi aşteaptă
rândul
      Mona Iordan, Romania

mountain village –
snowy stack of wood
at the old fence

cătun de munte –
stivă ninsă de lemne
la gardul vechi
      Maria Tirenescu, Romania

Harvest Moon –
from my garden to my terrace
a raccoon

Luna Recoltei –
din grădină pe terasă
un raton
      Steliana Cristina Voicu, Romania

https://www.autumnmoonhaiku.com/

Revue d’arts littéraires ENTREVOUS - No.25, Canada

 L’HIRONDELLE – HAÏBUN

Une vague d’air saharien a fait sortir bien plus tôt les êtres endormis sous la couverture de neige. Fraîcheur du ciel, déjà le parfum d’un lilas. Et un vinyle : Jacques Brel, Ne me quitte pas. Une hirondelle a heurté une vitre. Elle gît, inerte, sur le rebord de la fenêtre, dans une douce lumière.

oiseau mourant

un papillon dans son bec –

aigle en piqué

 

LE CHAMP – HAÏBUN

Quelques kilomètres de marche. Me voilà à l’orée d’un champ d’herbes aromatiques constellé de rares pétales colorés. Aucune abeille, que des rats déchiquetés par les oiseaux. Contrariée, je lève les yeux au ciel. Un avion s’approche en répandant une bruine laiteuse.

pesticides –

un enfant dessine

un papillon sur une fleur

Lavana Kray

 

LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL

  Editor: Strider Marcus Jones 

The poet

A flock of sheep crosses the orchard, mashing golden overripe plums under their hooves. It smells like grandma's old hearth boiling jams. Ahead of me, a convoy of villagers meanders on the path without horizon, waking the ancestral dust from its numbness. Some people complain about the hard times, some say jokes. They know a lot about all things, and next to nothing about the man they follow on the last road, except that he roamed the hills and wrote poems...            

the leaves no longer fall                          

at the poet's house –

excavators

                                Shadows

The hand that used to rest on my shoulder, no longer opens the door. No one waters the flowers and dreams anymore...Even this fuliginous cloud spreads its shadow and moves on. How desolate our walnut tree swing is! Now and then only a snail swings, or this fog, which can’t be waltzed away by wind. Some twigs snap under imaginary steps, or maybe not. I watch obsessively the barren land, letting only a shadow rise. Always the same...

deep mist –

the bitter taste

of aerial roots

 

 

  Fragility

The inclement weather has ruined my plans of mountain hiking. The path turned muddy. Wet birds watch me sliding towards the yellow water while trying to get hold of branches. The nenuphars make place for me. Daylight only flows into the stork's eggs. Perhaps, it’s not by chance that I’am here. I could find out how long it takes for indifference to become concern. People pass by, engrossed in their cell phones.

falling stars –

equally vulnerable

                               the sky and man

 

Lavana Kray

Cafe Haiku - Cityscapes – the city surrenders

 

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival 2024

 

Youth 

Sakura Awards

moving day
the Diary of a Wimpy Kid
full of cherry petals

Seby Ciobica, Age 12
Botosani, Romania

International

Honourable Mentions

cherry trees in bloom—
the old gardener
brightens up

Dan C. Iulian
Bucharest, Romania

https://vcbf.ca/winning_haiku/2024-winning-haiku/

Délice des mots, délices du palais

  LES COORDINATRICES:

 Eléonore Nickolay et Françoise Maurice

cerises mûres
accrochées aux oreilles -
verger de l'hôpital

Lavana Kray

ESUJ-H: English Haiku - Nov 2024

autumn wind

all the colors' feeling

on my skin

  Mirela Brailean

night journey 

in the hills

city constellations 

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

https://www.esuj.gr.jp/event/5_index_detail.php