Maria Tirenescu, RO

 

 

Haiku   Dog days— the cat shaking his fleas     Cloud on sky. Under fence, black cat spying a sirloin…     a jump... and the cat catches the cricket     evening with the moon— in the grandma’s long chair the purring cat     Autumn Tanka   The moon is rising among the leafless branches. Only an eye witness: me. Alone at the windows, I remember you . . .     The cricket singing under the blade of grass. Moonlight over the old fence invaded by lonicera.     Leaves everywhere. In the alder tree top a crow croaking. On the sky without clouds looking for the Crescent moon.     Autumn dusk. The full moon watching in the maple tree. Alone at the windows, I remember you...     First frost... Only the chrysanthemum unshaken. Near the Turkish jetty, I wait for my lover.     At daybreak, a few red leaves under the collected pears... Several swallows in flight to the south.     memories… in front of the church at Eforie— adorned with ivy paternal house     Walk in the morning— in the grandmother's garden the red apples ripen. Above Magurice, the sun is smiling.     only a hazel nut on the swinging branch— moon rise tired, the grandsons imbibe the boiled milk     The red rosehips among the pale leaves and the dry branches... Like mother’s embroidery on the towel for tea...     Autumn end. Under ice, leaves and flower, above, the sky, like a blue flower, catches the eyes.     Cloud on sky. Under fence, black cat spying a sirloin… “Fly, little sirloin!” shouts, frightened, the child.     My grandmother gives me the largest red apple. But when I awake, no grandmother, no apple... Only memories...