Parting-

her old mother

introduces herself

Between heaven

and horizon

first light

The hand kiss

of a dewy rose

as I pass

Moss growing

on every flagstone-

my parent's garden

The door creaks-

the unseen

enters again

That spider web

at the back door-

my detour

Unperturbed-

in the spider's web

a full mooon

The morning sun

with a thousand dew drops

in the grass

A frog

crosses the pond-

a full life

For fifty years

being married to

her solitude

pushing away

what supports him-

his cane

One empty wrap

twenty-three to go-

oh boy..

Mix equal parts

of day, night and dislike-

autumn morning

September-

the sun and I

lie in

Afterwards

too many arms

in bed

Very gently

opening her door-

Sunday morning

A mosquito

with my blood in it-

what I leave behind

Clouds-

after dancing

melting

Me
and the rain
insomnia

Evening sun-
an old man gathering
fallen apples

Monday morning-
on the back seat still
a beach spade

A shooting star-

what will the young couple

wish for?