Walked along
untill the road vanished
in unfound words

Dead branches -
this skeleton
of the storm

Winter wheat -
will I ever grow
so old too?

More and more
he joins our table -
the quiet guest

Summer night rain -
for a minute there
I heard you whisper

Spring birds -
my old body whistles
a different tune

No glasses -
those might very well be
two full moons

That little bird
with its endless song -
I close my book

Spring clouds -
I walk faster
than needed

Spring wind -
it caresses the blossoms
and moves the mountain

The lawn mowed -
all the plum blossoms
may fall now

Spring afternoon -
my princess spots
the first frog

Clouds
on the mountain -
no hold

Beach walk -
how he suddenly finds
words again

Spring morning -
it is really just me
and this bee?

Spring -
my father sends
his DNR

Cuddled up
in my thoughts
of you

All is listening -
when I clap my hands
seagulls fly off

Grey pond ice

reflects a half moon -

my cataract

Moonlight - under the snow it starts

The last incense

swirling off -

so be it

No light yet -

all is now

so close

Lavender
blooming in mid-winter -
this yearning

In the dishwasher

two champagne glasses -

Happy New Year, love!