Evening -
on a reed leaf
a raindrop

She's no longer there -

I'll leave them in the vase

these old roses

Goodbye -

on my shouder

one grey hair

Short

hair autumn

wind

This morning -

the fly and the spider

still alive

The faster I go

the more it resists -

gentle wind

Sunrise -

the lights in the house

dissolve

Going home -

the rising sun meets

a falling leaf

Gusts of wind -

the noise of the mower

is mowed

A dash of sunlight -

on the garden table

rainwashed leeks

A mosquito -

lying awake

sucks

Untouched

the spider's web -

a bird sings

On the white rose

the first brown edges -

yet her thorns..

The last pear

just out of reach-

sun above the fog

After the harvest -

way out in the field

a farmer waves

Spoke my mind -

the dried-up mud

on my shoes

Saturday evening -

she whispers: "Home."

to her GPS

A broken heart -

the berries on this old bush

just don't ripen

Fog -

the  world

hesitates

A tiara

of pure spider web

from the morning garden

Feeding the doves -

the wind of their wings

surrounding me

Lying down
in my tall grasses -
neighbours mowing

The moon

now that the fountain

falls silent

A sip of tea -
the last light
dissolves

The call

of a single goose -

sunrise

A kestrel

on a branch -

morning mist