haiku
this will happen today
choirs of angels:
peace is a big thing
(AW, Dec 2025)
- o - o - * - o -
poem
- o - o - o - o - o - * - o - o -
from far
echoes
the r in truth
was never for
rumour
there will be buds
and liveliness is
a true promise
- o - o - o - o - * - o - o - o -
Christmas songs
coffee and croissants
with sweet jam
winter solstice
one can't escape
its allure
vertical line; photo: Martin G. Wienert
pure beeswax
in this time of
hidden miracles
no flowers
the Christmas cactus
is on strike
Ein bisschen golden wird es auch.
A bit golden.
photo: Martin G. Wienert (Dezember 2025)
people in a rush
Mid-December
three candles photos
look at them longer
to feel the warmth
being an adult
hoping for intangible
Christmas gifts
kind of bizarre
no real winter
lip injections a fashion
mid-December
not in a festive mood
the scandals pile up
in the midst of
the global warming
this world became colder
much colder than it had been
for a long time
people shiver and voices tremble
their hesitation
to think about
a so-called future
winter sun
the canal the bridge the man
with the red cap
haibun
Red Dots
From a distance the rose hips look like red dots.
The only cheerful colour around.
this pinch of cinnamon
into the cherry dessert
makes it better
winter window view
one might think
this world is a peaceful one
grey winter clouds
the postwoman's
scanner doesn't work
(AW. Dec 2025)
In the pharmacy.
Do you want
a calendar?
How many more scandals
can be packed into
a single winter day?
wintry day
some smile briefly
some just nod
winter dinner
oops a cup of
milk fell over
on a day in fall
folding laundry
in a world of disorder
(AW, Nov 2025)
radio on
snow in the North
an EV drives by here
late autumn eve
on tv a woman is
kneading dough
Sunday coffee
regional black ice
predicted
in completely
bare shrubs
these extremely busy birds
sipping coffee
the hoarfrost pattern
on roof tiles
this grey sky
presses on the trees
swirling leaves
egomaniacs
are constantly
changing topics
on the internet
and they do this
with intention
they are the wind
they decide
the direction
you are a leave
Sunday in autumn
the grey clouds sit
where they sit
bold statements
by politicians
the word future
is used too often
and they lie of course
a walk over
autumn leaves
soon blown away
the belief in buds
almost madness
but we are trained
to see signs of
beginnings
even small ones
my feet age with me
they still want
to use stairs
that's amazing
they have memories
about steps in
London Paris Rome
and they really deserve
these new slippers
drinking a beer
to salute the
beaver moon
ginkgo in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert
mild November
strong coffee
poppy seed pastries
early November
good morning Alma
written on a wall
of the railway underpass
the words are there
since decades
a demolition is planned
for the near future
perhaps Alma is still alive
good wishes for her
and the writer
a confused dog
ghosts with small feet
witches with brooms
(AW, Oct 2025)
maple trees
on their places
and autumn lovers celebrate
(AW. Oct 2025)
swirling autumn leaves
taking time for
the non-artificial world
autumn Sunday
a breakfast with guests
at the upper floor
togetherness
autumn leaves still stay
on the tree
have not forgotten
how to land gracefully
dwarf chestnut in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert (Oct 2025)
autumn twilight
a non-alcoholic beer
to start the evening
morning mist
a partial visible
power pole
in short time
this will change
but the lies
of politicians
will stay hidden
(AW, Sept 2025)
blue and white
the autumnal sky
the passing canal vessel
day in autumn
the hideous look of
this declined city
mid September
reading about plants
some goldenrods
are invasive
some not
hard to decide
these days
let's hope
that one can trust
this slice of rye bread
with butter
after heavy rain
the garden stone lion
in a strange position
(AW, Sep 2025)
the colourful trees
a triumph over
the grey above and aside
Septembermorgen.
Wallheckenlandschaft,
was für ein schönes Wort!
under tall trees
lots of conkers
the kids collect them
and feel rich
they carry away
their enormous wealth
in colourful
toy buckets
leaf blowers
and my plea for
a less noisy autumn
early fall
just learned that spiders
do eat damaged webs
(AW, Aug 2025)
hydrangea blooms
are wilting
the new phase of beauty
yellow leaves
drought and fall
meet on the ground
a typo in
the Shakespeare quote
should I tell her
but she is
a perfect lady
normally
and Shakespeare loves
her online posts
he really does
so let us be quiet
and fav it
summer does end
and my job is
to welcome fall's coolness
Sunday morning
a small dog's voice
is no surprise
old houses breath
in and out
after the heat wave
the trees join in
and the normally
unbehaved crows
hesitate
to disturb them
mid of August
the sky preserved
the colours till evening
late summer morning
people divided about
pigeon cooing
sultry
even the letters
are sultry
sounds of
the outdoor festival
birds can't compete
dahlias; photo: Martin G. Wienert (Aug 2025)
haiku senryu
organic bananas
6x
a clear conscience
some slightly withered
but buzzing bees still around
this end of July
camouflages summer
very well
(AW, July 2025)
enjoy the weekend
said to the postman
who gets on his bike
some not welcomed letters
some nice ones
in the past we needed
cardigans in summer
then we didn't know
that these were
the better times
coneflowers
bumblebees
their happy cooperation
hunched over
because of
the unrest in the world
and out of stupidity
when I straightened
up a little
I saw the treetops
the garden hose
is rolled up for today
now Belgian beer
rinsing the rice
and reflecting on
this turbulent world
Ringo Starr 85
a summer full of coneflowers
and heat waves
coneflowers; photo: Martin G. Wienert (July 2025)
the ordering of
two more small fans
what we do on Sunday
coolness arrived
welcomed by
trumpets and drums
after a thunderstorm
without damage
people raise their arms
to thank and turn off
the mobile
air conditioner
Month of July
translated into:
More ice cubes, please!
Indian Chai
spicy and sweet
in Sunday's tree shade
(AW, June 2025)
the rim of the birdbath
robin's hesitant
hesitant ado
a plague of rats
avoiding the word
amuses reality
but at least the cars
are still polished
because there has to be
something that
still shines
(AW, June 2925)
summer morning
the hydrangeas
their wet name
this wonderful
feeling IT'S STILL COOL
before the heat
June weather
the god Janus
his two faces
there is change
in the air
a much needed rain
so this Pentecost rain
is a blessed one
(AW. June 2025)
June clouds
the preparing for rain
under way
garden walk
the tentative signs of
hydrangea colours
birdsong and bells
on the first Sunday
after the long drought
(AW, May 2025)
more homeless
more cities ban
sleeping outside
and the homeless
fly from tree to tree
to have some rest and
something is wrong
in these lines
in poor cities
some litter
is a bundle of cries
and even
when removed
there are still
from these walls
with cracks
a too early summer
some are paddling
on the canal
watering ban
another
sword of Damocles
current May
a relentless wind
in a time of drought
clouds but no rain
the May sky
is fooling us
21st century
these rare
drops of May rain
the lilac
was pruned
and now
its scent
is simply
unattainable
for those
without wings
(AW, April 2025)
the lilac blooms
in difficult times
like in each century
new ginkgo leaves; photo: Martin G. Wienert
bodies
need zinc
the good advice
repeated
it's true
bees return
to flowers
grey clouds push
the white ones
aside
before the rain
the cooking
of soaked beans
needs time
my thoughts about
traditions too
and some of them
are cherished
nice drops on leaves
can't stand these constant
complains about rain
endless debate
this tree produces
leaves quicker
scattered blossoms
yesterday's direction
of the wind
the drought was
ended by rain
welcomed by songs
some birds even
repeated lines
several times
to honour the grace
the day starts with
too little rain and
a hole in the fitted sheet
in this dry spring
the sincere hope
that these few clouds
will gather with others
to bring the much
needed rain
surreal puddles
a camellia in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert
after weeks of blue
the welcomed grey
which works
with the green of
wild garlic
and the various calls
of blue tits
at about 10 o'clock
in the morning
on Thursday
if someone
just shows
a sarcastic smirk
then it's better
to look at
the clouds
next time
those beautiful
encouraging
white clouds
a blue sky
over the former
smelting works
an alcohol-free beer
with lemon
a strange taste
in times of
strange weather
no rain for weeks
in spring
drought in springtime
and sunbeams for
so called nice weather