1
may is at doorway
clouds are travelling as to
a wedding - in white
2
gorgeously blooming
white acacia - blooming
its fragrance as well
3
race of butterflies
one is landing - an obeying
shadow next to it
4
this morning I found
my mountaineer hiking stick
enriched with some leaves
5
dived high in the sky
a fragile, tender birch tree
touching each other
[HAIKU 2]
1
a roan horse towing
its shadow gloomily and
a cart behind it
2
the village asleep
along the path by the church
a sleepy puppy
3
a whiz of the scythe
and a throng of butterflies
was turned into hush
4
fiercely moaned the wind
whizzing, hissing down the cliff
steeper and deeper
5
all around us are
cherry flowers ? therefs no sign
of wind any more
6
with rhythm of wind
are dancing leaves and shadows
a trick of the spring
7
A drunk man? ? Oh no!
Bowing crown of a pine tree
obeys master wind.
8
the path ends up at
a graveyard - there is no more
where to go
9
looking at the sky
dandelions with haircuts
oh, that wind, that wind
10
lonely and graceful
overlooking the river
is a purple cloud
[HAIKU 3]
1
a night full of stars
pushing down on my village
how can I leave now
2
the heat is pressing
from the deepness of the cloud
a bird is straying
3
along the railroad
poppies waving to trains
horses grazing ...
4
the church is sailing
swung by the bells ringing in
summer afternoons
5
summer afternoon
got ripe Ehappy calm in fields
crickets are quiet
6
a field so rich
from the wealth of fragrances
I go barefoot
7
sunshine after rain
and my shadow is there
on the grass again
8
a bench in the park
the wind browsing newspapers
despite the Sun
9
into the picture
of wet skies over Belgrade
has run a rainbow
10
butterfly, shadow,
sun, rock and brook Eall of them
touching each other
11
the rain is drumming
slowly - slowly are drumming
the ripe chestnuts too
[HAIKU 4]
1
a little tiny cloud
is dreaming in the river
till a smooth boats cut
2
hard rain streaming down
the windows Efrom memories
calling up the view
3
the weeds and the wind
the soul of a lonely man
is a wounded bird
4
from the wet small branch
a bird flies off to the sky
rain drops behind it
5
colorful patterns
sparkling on butterfliesEwings
a vanity fair
6
summer afternoon
the scent of evergreens
slowly spreading
7
going to his grave
just a dog trudges along
behind the dead clown
8
for a long time
a little peace of the history smells
chestnut in the yard
9
up there very high
a temple of singing birds
a dazzling morning
10
bending in the wind
dandelions get rotten
lots of empty thrones
Jasminka Nadaskic Diordievic
11300 Smederevo
Radnicka 1
Yugoslavia
e-mail
dior@sezampro.yu