At the foot

of the statue

a fig leaf

His last trip-
shall we put this moon
in his suitcase?

Like refugees

in a windless corner

autumn leaves

All these clouds

take a walk on the wild side

this morning

Walking

into the darkness-

it gently gives way

Geese fly

from outside in

just listen

Her glance-

from under a cloud

the moon

The shadow

of the moonlight

shyer still

My knee-

a ladybug climbs

Mount Fuji

Be quiet-

or you'll scare off

this moonlight

Through my town

the purple horse of sadness

tramps again

Filled water butt-

the moon floating

on top

Prepped again

for new leaves-

garden path

The moon

breathed out-

fog

Quotation marks

around the silence-

two crows

The last drop

falls together with

the silence

So quiet

the first rain drop

a question mark

The confusion

the confusion

untill I listen

Thunderstorm

the heathen in me

awakens

The quiet

of this old fire-

you and me

That first shrub

in autumn colours-

is it blushing?

The conductor

nowhere to be found-

wind through the reeds

Everything

so much stiller-

morning fog

Every time

I drift off

this litlle bird

Fog

heaven on earth

today

The light

when I bring coffee

to her bed

The waves

carried what they could-

kid's shoes wash ashore

Autumn-

my leaves too

turn grey

The taste of tea

the pain in my leg

it is here

Most grapes

are shit again-

blackbirds