Now that

all guests have left-

rustling trees

A red butterfly?
It is a rose petal
on a spider's thread

This life-
sneaking up on a fly
already dead

My love

under our sheet-

morning haze

The cursor

keeps stuttering

I, I, I..

Old fence gate-
the honeysuckle wakes up
when I ring the bell

A night moth
against the bug screen-
full moon

The view

leaking roof gutters-

I am not alone

A snail on a blade of reed tipping p o i n t

Travelling-

I understand no one

but the woodpecker

Black kittens-

the temptation of

the dark side

Raindrops

letting go-

drizzle

The book finished-

his eyes still

in transit

Home-

where everything

is embraced

Her eyes

when the white heron

took off

Following

the summer clouds-

my mother

At the edge
of the wheat
the stillest

And what then

if it gets dark-

their silence

A dove lands

amidst my thoughts-

waking up

In the grass

fresh sawdust-

dolce far niente

Insects
in the morning sun-
crazy kitten

A butterfly

in the evening sun-

turning a blind eye

Starry sky-

we talked about

the farewell

The fan
keeps leafing through
the open book

Breathless

even the sheer curtains-

summer heat

Spiders

hate visitors-

cleaning