poem
the past
wasn't better
the days were
not longer
but indeed
there were
more people with
crooked teeth
and so I wasn't alone
on the island
(AW, Oct 2024)
haiku senryu
a too warm October
some in thick jackets
because it's October
haiku
slippery soles
a bit anxious about
the wet leaves
swirling leaves
the motionless tail
of a squirrel
speed up pals
loud birdcalls for
the latecomers
leaves turn red
politicians reveal
their lack of morals
no ink on fingers
the news are online
no wish to touch
some so-called
realities
our garden in autumn; photo: Martin G. Wienert (Oct 2024)
evening in fall
roasted pine nuts
to spaghetti
wind wheel, Landschaftspark Duisburg; photo: Martin G. Wienert
rusty pipes
an autumnal view
of remnants
a guy revs
the engine next to
stoic asters
haibun
Stillstand
Der Neubau wurde fertiggestellt, doch niemand zog ein. Seltsam.
"...Rings um das Schloss aber begann eine Dornenhecke zu wachsen, die jedes Jahr höher wurde..."
Herbsttag.
Hundert Jahre,
ein Prinz, ein Kuss.