ECHI RIFLESSE (Quasi  degli  Haiku) di Gianclaudio de Angelini Roma 19  Dicembre 1999

            Premono ansiose
            Sotterranee linfe
            Addio inverno.
 

                                                           Un cinguettio
                                                           Di passeri, risveglio
                                                           Di primavera.
 
 

                                                                                                              Ecco fiorire
                                                                                                              Dai leggeri vestiti
                                                                                                              Dolci fanciulle.
 

            Il pulviscolo
            Danza nella luce, è
            Già primavera.
 

                                                                   Dorato danza
                                                        Pulviscolo di luce
                                                        E' primavera.
 

                                                                                                            Respiro a onde
                                                                                                            Le ginestre fiorite
                                                                                                            Di un tempo antico.
 
 

          Fruscìo d'ali
          Leggero si posa sul
          Ramo il passero.
 

                                                        Battito d'ali
                                                        Flessuoso il ramo
                                                        S'inarca e vibra.
 
 

                                                                                                        Noioso uccello
                                                                                                        Colei che viene in sogno
                                                                                                        Non scacciare.
 
 
 

            L'alba rapida
            In un punto l'anima
            Mi trascolora.
 
 

                                                        Illividita
                                                        L'ultima goccia di
                                                        Rugiada stilla.
 
 

                                                                                                        Alba livida
                                                                                                        Cinguettio d'uccelli
                                                                                                        Soffitto bianco.
 
 

            Gemme nuove
            Sbocciano rigogliose
            In me altro bianco.
 
 

                                                        Mi inorgoglisce
                                                        Il nostro balconcino
                                                        Tutto fiorito.
 
 

                                                                                                        Cinguettii ed auto
                                                                                                        Contendono il silenzio
                                                                                                        Alba di città.
 

            E' l'alba, solo
            Scrivo dei brevi versi
            Mi sento un Haijin.
 
 

                                                        In me talvolta
                                                        Dalla perduta riva
                                                        Rinasce un sogno.
 
 

                                                                                                        Dolce svanire
                                                                                                        Nel baratro del sogno
                                                                                                        Come una nenia.
 
 

            Tu vuoi un Haiku
            Il tuo cuore è il
            Verso più bello.
 
 

                                                    Di buon mattino
                                                    Innaffio il balcone, poi
                                                    Esco leggero.
 
 

                                                                                                        Ritorno a casa
                                                                                                        Fiori multicolori
                                                                                                        M'aspettano gai.
 
 

            La dolce malia
          Del tuo corpo respiro
          Notte d'aprile.
 
 

                                                    Alba di veglia
                                                    Fugace esala il sogno
                                                    Vergine aurora.
 
 

                                                                                                        Emanuela
                                                                                                        Vago fiore, più della
                                                                                                        Rosa, preziosa.
 
 

            Ancora spira
            Il tuo dolce profumo
            Ineffabile.
 
 

                                                    Tacito aspetto
                                                    Che l'alba trascolori
                                                    Pallida luna.
 
 

                                                                                                                               Timida luna
                                                                                                      Nel cielo trascolora
                                                                                                      Alba rosata.
 
 

            Intirizzito
            Il roseo incarnato
            Dell'aurora.
 

                                                    Malizioso
                                                    Il vento marzolino
                                                    Increspa gonne.
 
 

                                                                                                        Oscilla al vento
                                                                                                        Il polline dei fiori
                                                                                                        Occhi lucidi.
 
 

            Resiste ancora
            Qualche petalo rosso
            Si, di Natale.
 

                                                  Effimeri qual
                                                  Fiori di ciliegio
                                                  Patti d'amanti.
 
 

                                                                                                        Le prime gemme
                                                                                                        Fiorite sul ramo, per
                                                                                                        Prime cadranno.
 

            Ad una ad una
            Cadono le illusioni
            Notte d'aprile.