A silent garden-

the basket half filled with weeds

next to us

Over the young wheat a bird of p r e y

Young lettuces-

on a silver trail

they disappeared

After the exorcism

nothing remains of the Duvel

but an empty bottle

Time and again

the tree believes

to be wind

Marriage-

she's drying her hair

I'm blown away

The sun sings

a bird comes up-

then the alarm

The last Easter egg

underneath the pool table-

old people's home

The first frog

sings its passion-

Easter morning

A gust of wind

is walking our way-

young wheat

Easter-

the plucked weeds

keep growing

Morning sun-

the pond flows over

with it

One dog eye

very briefly opening-

low moon

Moon

slowly, slowly

go

Before bed

a glass of milk-

full moon

Low moon-

so much more light

than leaves

Sunlight

completely lost-

fog

Below the nest

the neigbour's cat-

spring is set

I seeded 

some summer haiku

for good measure

Last year's water

in his watering can-

old gardener

The young leaves

now up to his crown-

garden Buddha

Clear pond-

only my seeking

is found

The sun

is raining through

young leaves

Early morning-

if I close my eyes

it is still night

Blossom leaves

and a dead fly

in the cobweb

The young leaves

already up to his chin-

garden Buddha

Spring mowing-

the smell of fresh grass

and cat shits

A blooming tree

in front of the boutique-

spring fashion

Glaring spring sun-

the only shadow comes

from plum blossoms

Flower show-

a butterfly passes

the queue