From song to song
I'm falling
into the pond of silence


Casimiro de Brito

The path
straight ahead
solitude


Santoka Taneda
translated by  Gilles Fabre

Men live
men die
wild geese come past


Natsume Soseki
translated by Gilles Fabre 

My shadow
no gray hair
or wrinkles....

Grzegorz Sionkowski
Simply Haiku
Spring 2005, vol.3 no 1 

Everything may be happy 
or sad
grass grows



Santoka Taneda
translated by Gilles Fabre

I would like to be born again
if possible
small as a violet

Natsume Soseki
translated by Gilles Fabre  

Plum early blossom
I gave it a name
snow petals

Natsume Soseki
translated by Gilles Fabre 

Leaf by leaf
woods by woods
my thoughts
turn green


Borivoj Bukva
Moder Haiku, January/February 2004
vol.2 No 1

Waiting for spring
an old lady in the window
staring



Ron P.Nhim
Simply Haiku
January/February 2004, vol 2, No1

Sea
neither the same blue
nor the same splash


Zeljko Furda
Simply Haiku 2005, vol3 no1 

Somwhere else
in some other dream
the same butterfly

Vid Vukasovic

Simply Haiku 2005, vol3 no1

It melts
last light of afternoon
rest of the snow



Jane Reichhold
http://www.ahapoetry.com/aadoh/adofinde.htm  

Duck bobbing on the water
are they also, tonight
hoping to get lucky?

Issa
translated by Robert Hass 

 

Sunshine on
the way to your house
a muddy road



Jane Reichhold
http://www.ahapoetry.com/aadoh/adofinde.htm  
 
 

Like molten gold

sunlight flows 

through freezing air 

warming me inside 

Mateusz Misko



http://haiku-weekly.com/  

Bowing on short stems
flowers first day of spring
in the wind


Jane Reichhold
http://www.ahapoetry.com/aadoh/adofinde.htm  
 
 

White snowdrops
no longer having to haste
stare into the sun


Mateusz Misko

http://haiku-weekly.com/

No name for the tree
whose blossom this is
fragrance only



Basho

No sign of spring still - the photo was taken last  year!

Snow mixing
my breath
with spring



Jane Reichhold
http://www.ahapoetry.com/aadoh/adofinde.htm  
 
 

A winter heart
flying into spring
low clouds and fog


Jane Reichhold
http://www.ahapoetry.com/aadoh/adofinde.htm  
 

Somewhere under these
great piles of snow,the flowers
of spring lie dreaming


Charles de Lint