phantastery

Writing one haiku every day during February, the shortest month of the year, is the goal of the (inter-)national haiku writing month.


prismatic light
in a rain-soaked canopy
a sleepless sloth


in Heracleion
a colossus stands waiting
algae-covered stone


days of rain
seep into the underground
earthworms wriggle


parched throat
the July sun glistens
on her lips


heavy snowfall
the pallor of your voice
crystallizes


beyond sparrow song
the moon’s highlands and craters
shimmer like glass


Neptune blue
the color of the sky
the sun left behind


floating weightlessly
I hear ice bergs calving
clouds in the sky


the blue of her eyes
reflecting the blue of the ocean
between us


faint traces of a
shadow after sunless days
half-imagined warmth


Apollonian dawn
we discover dried tears
under our eyes


dark strands of ocean
curl around a thin snail shell
the link in the void


pale thunderhead
amidst endless azure
a sheer cliff


a single praline
I recognize the handwriting
Valentine’s day


Valentine’s day
the chocolates I received
eaten by her


inching closer
during this gelid dawn
Venus and moon


in the foggy copse
across the railroad tracks
a young cat frolics


red coat and red hood
she carries a blackbird’s song
behind closed lips


ancient forest
filaments of sunlight
illume the dust


sylvan cathedral
misty droplets of sunlight
trickle down


a kite
above wind-swept meadows
feathery red


hothouse orchid
scattering lustrous photons
gusty snowfall


milk-white shell
pale against her hand
spindrift


a magpie
glides into the spring storm
halftone sky


delicate colors
petals infused with light
stained-glass crocus


on a northbound train
a sudden whiff of chlorine decays
into a memory of her


magnetic light
tints her bismuth eyes
summer festival


black mirror
in the evening sunshine
raven’s plumage


a blackbird
amid clusters of snowdrops
pecking for food