haiku
summer does end
and my job is
to welcome fall's coolness
(AW, Aug 2025)
poem
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
hydrangea blooms
some slightly withered
but buzzing bees still around