Two little lilacs

In the garden are in bud –

Still, January

Seeing

Haiku mystery:

Seeing my three-line verse hide

In Punjabi script

A little white cat

Jumps onto a compost heap…

January ends

The sky

I open the door:

The newspaper on the mat;

The moon in the sky

The needs

I’m so slow-witted…

The girl in the street can’t wait:

She needs twenty bucks

The man

An empty chapel:

I’ve never seen his photo –

The man in the urn

Boston

Winter in the bar –

I just can’t take my eyes off

A Boston bulldog

The owner

Winter in the bar –

The owner’s Boston bulldog

Comes and sniffs my sole

Be careful

A patrol in town…

My young friend Alan warns me:

‘Horseshit, be careful!’

Evergreen

The sun is shining;

The breasts of tits are yellow…

Winter evergreen

When I come

When I come near,

The first fly of the year

Leaves the sunlit house

I tremble

Now, now, I tremble…!?

When ordering, I failed to

Mention ‘decaffé’?

Immersed in his thoughts…

My teacher of Old English,

Who used to know me

Three Irish setters

Accompany a young girl…

And I need a talk

The sky is clear,

The moon is full in Leo …

And I’m so angry

Divorced

Divorced from his bike –

The oldest village bachelor

Run down by a car

Blood-Stained Light

Light devours men;

She’s chased by a blood-stained cow –

That’s her latest dream

Last day of the Goat –

I watch the hazy marshland…

My nose is running

Spring-like winter day –

The waxing gibbous moon looks

Like a little cloud

First love calls of tits

Mix with rustling air bubbles

In central heating

Spring comes suddenly –

Just me and a young waitress

In the coffee bar

Like never before,

A crow caws in a treetop –

Spring is in the air

'Good for the graveyard,'

the young waitress says, lighting

two candles behind me

A winter evening:

Listening to the dish-washer –

A day spent at home

Their winter haiku…

Reading old masters I ask:

Where do birds sleep now?

A mid-winter dream:

Something grabs me by the arm,

And just won’t let go

Tits ignore the rain:

The feeder in the tree swings –

Everything is grey

Be like prophet Lot:

Leave behind your Sodom and

a Pillar of Salt

Formally winter ...

In a tree with last year’s nests,

Coal tits cavorting

A winter evening...

A black cat crosses the road

In front of my car

Where did it come from,

While I tried to cross the road...?

Black car in the dark

Best place in the bar ...

Until I hear a dog growl

Under the table

Energy sparkles –

Students with laptops speaking

In tongues in a bar

Mid-January –

White husks of sunflower seeds

Lie under a tree

A mild winter night…

How come, young weeping willows,

By the riverside?

I take off my coat –

Just me, the mug and static

Electricity

A mild winter day –

In a toilet cubicle

A man is sighing

A rainy Sunday:

Immersed in haiku all day –

Winter seclusion

Twelfth January:

A murder takes place in dreams –

The third in two weeks

Hid behind the trunk,

A cat lies on the tree limb

By the bird feeder

Clouds rest in the sky;

A breeze dances with sunrays –

Why should one miss snow!?

A tiny spider

Appears in the kitchen –

Quite warm for winter

On the window-sill,

Immersed in sunflower seeds,

Greenfinches grumble

Foggy winter day:

Bright colours on the postcard

Showing Jesus … gone

Feeding the old stove –

Sparks fly up to ceiling…

What about my sleeve?

I stand on the bridge:

A paddle of ducks coming …

Winter afternoon

A yellow dog lies

At a corner of a house –

Fog in the city

First signs of love in

The tittle-tattle of tits –

Winter without snow

A foggy winter –

The young man walking his dogs

Waits for the old one

The headless collar

Of a brown coat in the street –

The stooped old woman

A giant turtle

Knocked down a stack of beech logs

In a winter dream

A photographer

Waiting for the cuckoo to…

Come out of the clock

It is getting dark…

Rushing from the graveyard loo,

I frighten a girl

Beauty of beauties –

Seeing a blonde in winter,

I remember her

Walking down a path,

I meet a crow who turns left,

Almost indifferent

Written on the bill …

The name of the young waitress:

A strange one – Teuta

In winter twilight

Visitors of the graveyard

Turn into shadows

Judging by the call,

It’s a spotted woodpecker …

Cloudy winter day

Tourists from Far East…

Do they know I write haiku?

Are they Japanese?

Her sense of detail…

A top Slovenian haijin

Spots ‘me’ in the street

A foggy morning;

Smoke comes from behind the roof –

Scene in the window

A winter evening –

Red lamps flash on the collar

Of a pitch-black dog

Forty years old –

Little plastic Christmas tree

From East Germany

First dream of the year –

I can’t stand it any more

And kill the bully

In the apple tree,

Tits enjoy sunflower seeds –

First day of the year