Geneva Haikus

By Lillian Tzanev

Snow-capped peaks pierce clouds.
A spring sun warms the blue sheen.
Still, la bise lingers.

Bankers and beggars
by scaffolded opulence
paying for a change.

Does Calvin watch us
from a Protestant spire?
Sinners by the Rhône.

Cobblestoned Carouge,
cheap groceries from Carrefour.
A sweet day, I think.

Webbed feet splish and splash,
tea and biscuits on the shore.
Sunrise swimmers, too.

Apéros, where suits
and soft glares fight for something.
Bittersweet petals.