Tuesday, 14 January 2025

Seven Haiku Poems by Maya Daneva







7 Haiku Poems


strong wind 
this toddler running after
a seagull feather



empty snail house...
which part of me
is gone?



deep night 
the full moon sinks
into our oak’s branches



aunt’s cooking notes 
never found
wild blueberries



just like 
my jumpy two years old
downpour starts and stop



moon-washed 
the sound of waves
around my ankles



foreclosure 
alone this rubber ducky
on the windowsill



By Maya Daneva, The Netherlands.

 

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