empty roomthe scent of daffodilsfills the silence
leaving my hearta long way behindice moon
Catttails, October 2019
ants leavingno footprints inmy footprint
Bouwe Brouwer lives in the Netherlands. He is a primary school teacher. His interests include writing haiku, travelling, and designing/publishing handmade books in a very limited edition: www.deoudezeeman.web-log.nl
inside the nightthe buzz of wordsin my head
past midnight -the silence between two dreams
after the beep -I listen to your voiceagain and again
updates -do I still needthem or you?
golden morningsome leaves refuseto fall
wandering clouds my thoughts deepin my pockets
between uskisses not yet given -november moon
a sweet embrace -the strengthof the autumn sun
fishing daythe only catcha sunburn
empty fish hookI throw it againto my floating shadow
recovery rooma butterflyunfolds its wings
early snowwe stay awaketo hear the cranes
Acorn: fall 2018
mountain’s pine forestall the wild berriesno one eats
Sunday massthe absent prayers of the present
Failed Haiku, Volume 5, Issue 58, 2020