From Haiku Moment

MICHAEL DYLAN WELCH

МАЙКЛ ДИЛАН УЭЛЧ

harvest moon—

the white spot

on the black cat

полнолуние

черная кошка

с белой «зведочкой»

                                                                                                gathering dawn—

                                                                                                        the first light

                                                                                                               filling the poppies

                                                                                                светает—

                                                                                                      первые лучи

                                                                                                              зажигают маки

indian summer

    missing

the smell of rain                 +

бабье лето

    скучаю

по запаху дождя

                                                                                                summer heat—

                                                                                                         two squirrels

                                                                                                               meet on a wire                  +       +

                                                                                                летний зной—

                                                                                                          повстречались на проводе

                                                                                                                   две белки

apple blossoms . . .

          into the wind

                 spring rain

яблоневый цвет . . .

       на ветру

             под весенним дождем

                                                                                                alone again

                                                                                                with its dragonfly

                                                                                                the puddle

                                                                                                снова один . . .

                                                                                                как эта лужица

                                                                                                со своей стрекозой