Sunflower-

the whitest frost

in its heart

Old gardener-

he speaks of tomatoes

this winter's day

Dawn-

the clouds already

pre-heating

Strong wind-
the branch carves a name
in the fence

Monday morning-

again no coffee in bed

and she's gone

A blank screen-

My laptop inquires:

"Save draft?"

The whole morning

will have to make do with it-

this one bird