HAIKU Proljeće Došle su rode ((Proljeće) Došle su rode, na krovu stare kuće svijaju gnijezdo. Snijeg se već topi , snješku pak puzi glava i niče trava. Odlaze djeca, ode i dječja graja - ostaje pustoš Ptice selice donose već proljeće - lijep proljetni dan. Pile se stišće pod toplo krilo koke - sretne matere. Pognuti starac u mlaci gleda oblak i jato ptica. Iz tvrdog zrna proklijava novi cvijet - mirisan i lijep. Mjesec prolazi grančicama stabala a sjene plešu. Proljetno veče, već se čuje sove zov dok šuma spava. Cvate trešnjin cvijet, divan, mek i nježan cvat, proljeća nam znak. Gore visoko sad dvije ptice lete svoj ljubavni ples. Evo, mjesec sja, i sjene već igraju svoj nestašni ples. Jedna se ptica nisko na grani ljulja, mačka se šulja. Stoji visok hrast kojem sasvim malen crv korijen nagriza. Taj stari panj već godinama žali što stabla nema. Dvije rajske ptice u malenoj nam lađi proljeće nose. Veliki prasak u potpunoj tišini probudi svemir. Noćas svaki šum izaziva velik strah dok ne svane dan. Granate lete, zvižduk im nebo para, zemljom sije strah. Svezane oči i ruke iza stupa - čekaju plotun Zašto baš na toj malenoj grudi zemlje toliko boli? Sada glas ptice čuješ negdje u noći - netko umire. Mjesec je skriven iza tamnog oblaka i čeka vjetar. Negdje u noći prosuo je mjesec pun srebro po zemlji. U sobi tama a pokrivači šušte i oči sjaje. Bijele joj ruke u tamnoj noći gladi trak mjesečine. Mjesečev se sjaj šulja kroz njihov prozor da im otme san. Na valu snova ljulja se mala nada - možda odraste. Plameni se cvijet pustinjom sad kotrlja olujom nošen. Tu pokraj staze gdje mnoge noge gaze leži cipela. Novčić na putu nalaznika čeka svog i smiješak njegov. Bačen na vodu kamen kolute stvara - onda potone. Zvona zazvone, golubovi polete - zvonik osta sam. Maleni leptir što se spustio na cvijet grančicu ljulja. Dalje: Ljeto . . . Next: Summer Haiku - Sadržaj . . . Contents HOME

Spring Storks Have Just Come (Spring) Storks have just come here, on the roof of the old house they make their new nest. Snow is just melting, the snowmanns head is gliding grass is shooting up. Children go away, their clamor disappears, just the gap remains. Migratory birds bring us the nice day of spring - beautifully warm. Chickens squeeze closer under the warm wing of hen - fortunate mother. An old man bent down sees: clouds and birds are flying in the pool of water. Out of a hard grain a new flower germinates - fragrant and nice. The moonlight breaks through the branches of trees in woods which swing in the wind. The spring evening, they can hear the owl's voice while the wood still sleeps. The cherry blossom, being nice, soft and tender shows that spring has come. Up there very high two birds are quickly dancing the dance of their love. Look the moon that shines, shadows go to have their dance, playfull and frisky. A bird on the twig is swinging just low down, a cat steals upon. There is a tall oak and there is just a small worm which bites the oak´s root. There is an old stump which is missed for many years the trunk was cut down. Birds of paradise two of them within a boat bring us just the spring. A great explosion in the complete silence awakes the cosmos. Each sound this night causes just anxiety until the day comes. Shells are in the air, their whistles are rending air, on the earth they fear. Wearing a blind fold, having their hands behind piles, they wait for salvo. Why upon the small piece of grain of the earth so much cry and pain? Now the voice of birds can be heard somewhere at night - somebody will die. The moon is hidden behind the dark heavy cloud waiting for the wind. Somewhere in the night the full moon has scattered silver on the earth. Dark is in the room blankets on beds are rustling and eyes are shining. The beem of moonlight during the dark night in bed smoothes her white hands. The moonlight just creeps through their small open window to steal their sleeping. Upon the waves of dreams they swing small expectations until they grow up. The burning blossom is rolling down the desert carried by the storm. Just hear near the path where many feet go along a shoe is lying. A coin on the way is waiting for its finder and for his smiling. Thrown at the water a stone makes some circles and then it goes down. Always when bells toll pigeons fly quickly away - tower stays alone. A small butterfly sitting down on the blossom makes all the sprigs swing.