paper lanterns
moon halo
in my tea

the silence
of street lights
morning mist

sinking sun
silhouette of flying geese
and their perfect V

distant mountains
disappear into the clouds
first drops of rain

empty jars
yet the scent of sweet berry
on waves of spring air

sunset again
the reflection of her face
on hospital window

sudden rain
a slightly moving swing
in empty playground

carved on the gravestone
his love letter for her
forty years late

empty glass

he lights up 

another cigarette

shifting light
in old stone lanterns
the sound of silence

distant thunder
scent of wild grass
in the windy air