poem
under tall trees
lots of conkers
the kids collect them
and feel rich
they carry away
their enormous wealth
in colourful
toy buckets
(AW, Sept 2025)
haiku
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
echoes
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
a bird of prey
left our garden
with a mouse
pink petals
on soil and stones
the bird sat
on a tree
before its flight
I was told all this
but I saw the petals
myself
outstretched arms
a photo of
the old magnolia tree
spring drought
people are worried
they really are
marsh marigold at our garden pond; photo: Martin G. Wienert (March 2025)
pleasant spring day
chatty people take
the time they need
(AW, March 2025)
it's springtime
five white petals
in an alt text
some words
near the pond
the fish talk
in their language
and so it goes
back and forth
we about them
they about us
camellia in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert (March 2025)
people on bikes
the spring rain
too light to stop plans
Spring blossoms.
A good topic
to avoid other ones.
the first day of spring
a circus is in town
even at the hairdresser
a flyer at the cash register
long traffic jams
under an unusual blue sky
and the wish to praise
magnolia blossoms
spring sunshine
the koi still
low on energy
the carillon bells
slept in barns
during the war
their strength was
a fervent hope
for better times
and now the tune
is worth to listen
Twigs with buds.
A tall house built
shortly after the war.
Grey sky.
The daffodils
are working against it.
crocuses line
the winding path
a dog in a bike trailer
lambs bleat
near the castle
the very first
brimstone butterfly
of the year
a single stork
in the stork's nest
according to the script
it's the task of
the discarded pizza box
to bring people
back to reality
March blue
nothing to say
against blueberry blue
but March blue
can smile
March, month of Mars.
People drop harsh words
which scare souls.
blackbird's song
makes March round
and then March rolls
blue spring sky
you've to set goals
like the blackbird does
March sun.
In the word peace
two e for efforts.
the current
support is
the trust in daffodils
paper flowers
cheap sweets
a carnival parade
in the suburbs
clowns with
red noses
fake bald heads
and it was
precisely
at this time
that politicians
dropped
their masks