Cezar F. Ciobîcă

 

 

Haiku   spring’s end— a firefly scans my line of life     my old man stares at an empty cocoon— spring’s end     falling petals clear up the Milky Way— spring’s end—   *   morning tai chi— my pet dog barking at a snail     ants on the sugar cubes— I’m not alone     resurrection bells— a lady bird rises from insectarium     last quarter moon— my wife caresses her round belly     magnolia— scent wrapping bird's song     funeral— in the casket's polish passing cranes     year of the rabbit— out of the illusionist's hat no pigeon