BLACK GARDEN 4

a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov



you, praying mantis
don't kill this butterfly —
the dew will do it


the saw keeps gnawing —
so silent remain
the trees


the temptation of aroma!
even ordinary flowers
are craving to kill


the berries that are ripe
desire to be poisoned with —
curare


the state of order of the rain!
in every drop is —
chaos


no one is
searching now for —
the perfect hurricane


light dragonflies
in their dreams see fears —
awake them, Terror!


isn’t logical the sequence:
the suicide of flowers follows
the death of cicadas?

the blow of wind!.. The one
dandelion captures
the field


the impossible can happen
for the ashes of the butterfly —
the kill of flare!


the snowflake.
one more snowflake.
one more


snow doesn’t melt…
the willingness of death —
in glow of Spring!


the boughs salute
the death. By throwing up
the leaves turned yellow!


to torture petals there is
the tender touch of
soft caterpillars


in the orchid will not awake
the bumblebee: the sap's
so sweet!


the dust is blown to see
the dead butterfly contemplating
through the glass