The new forest sound
An owl with hick ups
Misty moonlight
Grey and mountain shade
Icy winds and chill
Tiger snake sleeping
This heart will stop one day
Not now - one moment
Dawn and magpies waking
What am I doing here wandering
It’s cold, totally freezing
One hundred shades of mosses
A yellow box
Wattle, push button and pling
Anything there - still nothing
The years fly by
Like fairy wrens of the shrub
An apple a day
Palm prong
The sun is crossing lines
Curled over, passing
So many flying dogs
The smelly ones
Not one soul by the pool
Eat now or later
Want this, don’t want that
Having it too good are we
Looking for this or that
Searching and sifting through layers
of what has been kept
When so much has been lost
on endless journeys
Who speaks in that wind
The crow, the crow - always the crow
Gone now, waiting
So lucky this moonlit night
Not a sound or a soul around
Can you hear me
Waiting, hoping and postponing
Immediacy, magic
Who took that bite off that gum leave
Feng Shuei cat waving
Cheery gold and red
Beyond - something completely different
Mountains to be climbed
An easy task unless it rains
Does it rain less and less
Counting dragonflies
Metallic colours
Only this day
Very seldom in society I see
But always in nature
A wealth of perfection
Dogs shake well
Ears flapping loudly
Sound of music
Step by step, this journey, this life we have
Of growing up, growing old
Then it’s all over - gone. How strange
In Swedish:
Haiku på svenska:
Vi yrar här
Och väntar
En myra och jag
Sitter i snickarboa
Och täljer
På självförtroendet
Tänk att det flyter
Under ytan
På isen
Nu väsnas dom
Lorakiterna
Konkurrens!
Idag är jag tackam
Imorgon kanske jag nästan
Sliter ut håret
Stora hotande moln
Lorakiterna överröstar brandkåren
Hjulen snurrar baklänges
Så många valmöjligheter
Och här sitter man bara
När solen går ner
Jag strosar tills jag finner en myr
Dimma och skört gräs
Dagg under mina bara fötter