long Friday

longest
most silent
Friday
grieving over
their grandma

dawn

a new dawn
sudden burst
anticipating spring

 

wave motion

in this country
the cruellest month is November

why then, we've passed it long ago,
already counting days till Christmas,
and I'm still dwelling
at the bottom of the wave
and they're getting deeper
each year and every day

larches

larches
in yellow dresses
rake competing with leaves

October sun

October sun slowly climbing
above the misty clouds
porches in need of winter-clearance


I think my haikus are too long. This one I tried to separate in five lines as if it could rather have been a tanka (though I don't know if that matters in contemporary English tanka) but it didn't work that well. My Finnish poems usually turn into being tankas, and then always written in five lines with exactly the right number of syllables. I still have some studying and practising in writing Japanese style poetry in English and actually I haven't yet practised a lot...

I am not afraid

I am not afraid of water
not anymore
and almost not at all

 

true princesses

do true princesses
respect window sills
or conquer them like mine