BG 155 – Haiku (EN)
the scent of winter
from in between the pages
and leather, the book
the scent of winter
from in between the pages
and leather, the book
why would we wonder
while whole worlds with wings
wrestle whoever, whatever, whenever
wholeheartedly willing wonderment
witty window-ledges wither with
words written where wildlife wanes
what will withdrawal waste
when wild winds want womanhood
women whose wisecrack wisdom
wills wonderful well-aimed worlds
within wintertime wondrous walls
while wilderness wantingly waits
wagging weightlessness
Regen,
donkere luchten,
donderslagen en bliksemschichten,
woest vallende kleurrijke bladeren.
Herfst!
Rain,
dark skies,
thunder and lightning,
ferociously falling colorful leaves.
Autumn!
head absorbed in phone
luckily just avoided:
homo appicus
between the rubbish
of the fierce last winter storm
timid small crocus
winter at the hearth
thick book gentle in both hands
glowing adventure