krakanje vran
odmeva nad glavo...
november se izteka

pozna iz službe
prvi krajec počiva
v labirintu vej

konec jeseni
kondenzacijska sled vodi
k tonečemu soncu

novembrska svetloba
obrok si delim
z vrabci

*ah, almost forgot: the credit for this photo goes to my sister, she borrowed my camera :)

novembrsko sonce
v cvetu regrata
zbrane mušice

mrko nebo
veter mrši krila
mrtve vešče

"wish you were here"...
the street musician's casket
fills with change

listje odpada
streha gradu ima
spet zidove

klic kosa
v pojemajoč dan
pade zadnji list

novembrski mrak
šum dežja napolni
prazno hišo


nothing personal about this haiga, just a reflection on some current issues...

luknja
v tkanini oblakov...
zazvoni telefon

še nekaj listov
ostaja na češnji...
ščebet taščice

sunek vetra
list se dotakne okna
bolniške sobe

veter v vrbah
za trenutek obžalujem
kratke lase

čakajoč na
zeleno luč
razmišljam o nama
list za mrtvim listom
zajadra v temo

novembrski popoldan
sonce se umakne
čez reko

obletnica mature
novi čevlji
mi niso prav

since i won't be posting tonight i might as well respond to the meme back at mb's.
i don't do memes but i think i can share five things about me nonetheless.



1. as a kid i would always bring home tadpoles and earthworms. i wonder why mum would never let me keep them
2. while i played basketball i never missed an official match for 6 consecutive seasons and scored at least two points on every single match
3. i can knit and crochet but haven’t done any of either for years
4. i donated blood several times yet i can’t stand the sight of blood
5. i never wrote anything resembling poetry before 2005

snop svetlobe
tok nosi liste
zimi naproti

jesenski veter
razcefrana krila
kačjega pastirja

novembrsko sonce
pisan zmaj zapleten
v gole veje

srčasto seme
se ziblje v sapici
jesen se poglablja

300th post

polna luna v zenitu
avtomobilski alarm
se sproži

dan po vseh svetih
sončni zahod odseva
z vranjh kril

vsi sveti
deček nabira liste
ob pokopališču