The trees
in the last sunlight
of the year

The pond
ripples its welcome
to the wind

A white wall
nothing but
December sun

Rain drops
in a puddle
an answer

After asking
about her happines
the silence

Glitters
on my telephone
Xmas

This morning
the first light
from the north

The book
of my father
unread

City
only in the park
earth

Geese
are dotting
the sky

Cleaned by the rained
the beets that were left behind
on the fields

On muddy boots
my neighbour's Xmas card
arrived

With all
that we have
the angst

Puddles on the field
the first signs
of daylight

It is soaked
before I reach their door
my neigbour's Xmas card

Thank god
in this grey sky
some seagulls

Traffic light
a clod of earth falls
from the tractor tyre

Words
over the years
less

Thick enough
for a haiku
this ice

A robin
keeps looking at me
during lunch

Crisis
the garbage bag
tears

Monday morning
the ashes from the hearth
drifting off

Taking cover
under these rain clouds
Sunday morning

Of the sun
no idea yet
pond ice

Snow storm
the oak forest
full of birches

Just enough

for my shoe print

first snowfall

Between me
and the stars
a cloud of breath

This morning
halfway down the stairs
the moon

The flower boxes
of the burned down house
full of water

Hopping
in the puddle
raindrops

Raindrops
fall my eyes
shut