rainy day-
taking off her t-shirt
smells like apple pie

morning quarrel-
on the black varnish table
white salt circles

early morning-
all over the floor
pistachio shells

a frozen white sheet
clapping on the bedroom's window-
wind's metallic blast

december morning-
water drops trickling out
the greenhouse windows

troubled sleep-
three fourths of the moon
on half of my window

wandered rider-
so much darkness gathers
around the lantern