Angels come down
now with the fall of
innocent snow

On a blue snow-drift
her name he wrote
with deep tenderness

 

Glass washing
cutting across the lawn -
biting sun

A winter howl outside...
With a true dog’s look -
a knot in the beam

 

Cold moon -
shadows cast shadows
along the snowy road

 

Abracadabra -
March, from a box of seeds,
takes out a flower

The birds, the leaves,
the autumn - isn’t it
the time to lose things?

 

Even though folded
the butterfly’s wings
look! - she holds them up

An ant discovered
in my bitter cup
a crystal of sugar

 

Picked early
dipped in the sunrise -
yellow tulips

A lizard tore
its tail away. How
shall I save myself?

 

A butterfly
pinned down -
a new Golgotha

A cloud in the river
has stripped its shadow
on the bare bank

 

The eye of an owl and
the moon among the branches -
indistinguishable

Stepping deep
in the unmowed
chirping of crickets

 

A snake in the grass and
a child’s cry - I stepped on
a wild strawberry

 

In the yard
the yolk of summer -
already fried

 

Hanging low from the branch
a freckled apricot -
grand-daughter’s little nose

Still life -
a lemon, a glass of wine and
terror in a carp’s eye...

 

A slice of melon -
we have a humble dinner
the sky and I

Boiling jam...
the night thickens
with warm sounds

 

Scrambled eggs
gulped down with tears -
scrambled life

Already in August
a yellow lime leaf -
a shudder of Autumn

 

The dragon stole
the golden apple. Why,
the others - so sweet!

A bridge between willows
and oaks. The river -
a mere coincidence

 

A shadow at sunset
stretched out catlike
and hid in the night

I grew cold towards
the peak - its high cloud
up there was fog

 

Coming from the fog
the bird flies through the fog
fading into fog