Saturday, May 16, 2009

deserted village
from gate to gate grabbling
a hungry white dog
morning teeming rain
beyond an open window
whispered lullaby
glissading rain drops
the front window becoming
insubstantial
early spring morning
black coffee flavor steaming
balcony’s window
a drip of coffee
blurring the silky napkin
hassle of sparrows
chilly autumn rain
dark spots multiplying
on her leather shoes
this rainy morning
no one to be gathered by
the ring of the bell
late summer drought
besides her rose tatoo
a pale blue vein
lonely ivied house
an opened window wakes up
a mosquitoes swarm
frosty afternoon-
the smell of roasted chestnuts
stirs up memories
closed salt mine
fluttering the ease
a priest’s chant