PAPER BOAT IN THE BÄCHELE (Satis Shroff)

This is a collection of Haikus about the Himalayas, Schwarzwald, the splendour of Nature, my garden, existence,sein und nicht sein.

Haiku International (Satis Shroff)

PAPER BOAT IN THE BÄCHELE (Satis Shroff)

Paper boat in the Bächle

Sails jauntily

To Matsuyama harbour

* * *

Spring awakens my garden tree

After the flowers come the apples

The birds pick the juicy harvest.

* * *

My pastime is to write

Words without rhyme

Prosepoems in the making

* * *

I'm true to Haiku,

Loath rhythm n' blues

Anything doesn't do.

* * *

I stay in my sphere

Dream of cherry blossoms

And a blonde in kimono.

* * *

Lights flicker in Mahabharat mountains

The air smells of rhododendrons

The splendour of the Himalayas.

* * *

The fishtailed one appears

Gleaming in silvery moonshine

Mirrored on placid Phewa lake.

* * *

Winter is here

The magic of snowy landscape

Out with the snowboots.

* * *

Snowflakes falling from Heaven

Frau Holle is dusting blankets

Gott sei Dank my heater works

* * *

Clouds waltz in the sky

Men are out to die

Killing fields of Ukraine.

* * *

Sudden monsoon rain

Soaks the mountainside

A landslide causes screams of agony.

* * *

Baptism of monsoon

A landslide washed the road away

Groping and cursing uphill as a child.

* * *

Waking up in bed alone

A sweet dream with a nymph

O youth!

An evening at Waldsee

I look at your deep blue eyes

Two swans in the water touch their beaks.

** *

The large ice chunks leap

Crash upon the fragile tents

The base camp's a crevice.

* * *

Sweet lips like lavender

The intoxication sweeps over me

I'm afire with ecstasy.

* * *

Snow in my tent

Earthquake

Tremor in my heart

* * *

It's April

The air is getting thinner

Avalanche growls.

* * *

The Alsatian's muzzle

Sniffs and buries deep

A hand is uncovered.

* * *

The black cat prowls at night

A long day of napping

Lied ahead.

* * *

Beneath my tree's sombrero

I sit and sip

My cuppa Darjeeling

* * *

Come Fall the leaves change

From green, yellow to scarlet

The wind drives me inside.

* * *

Lovely lavender blue

The splendour of your hue

Has, alas, vanished with Autumn.

* * *

Sweet Burgunder grapes

I share them with blackbirds

In my Schwarzwald garden.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

Beautiful stuff! I'm a German (born in England) and I lived for a year in Matsuyama. I love every one of these poems.

[Satis Shroff]

Hi Roland! Das ist aber schön. Glad to know you like the poems. Dankeschön and have a lovely, creative day.