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