Her flame lights up

the dust in her bowl-

old candle

Rustling

in the reeds-

last year's sun

Back-up

a bird overwrites

my hard disk

Crocusses
lost in
translation

On a canvas
in an empty hall
a tree blossoms

Young shoots

around old wounds-

pruning willows

Amaryllis-

out of folded hands

her flower

Full moon-

what a racket again

in the sky

Gentle rain-
I can only hear it
along the beech hedge

Sesshin-
the gate opens
by itself

Grey clouds
reflected crystal clear
in the pond

New coffee brand-
the how-to-open instructions
incomprehensible

High
on the storm-
jackdaws

Low tide-
he's at the land wash
she's at sea

Beach walk-
A few words
wash up

Southerly wind-

the broken bamboo

is being cradled

He turns around
but nothing is leading
to the way in

After the rain 

I can see down to

the pond's bottom

This silly song
but when I think of you
I keep blinking

On the floor

cuff links still in place

my shirt that she wore