clossed mine-

the end of the gallery

hemmed with garnets

clossed mine-

sparkling in the dark

malachites

mist along the Danube-

the ore harbor

crumbled

tasting oil:

white plastic glass

becoming yellowy

inox oil press

in a wine cellar’s corner-

in the bottles: olive oil

moon light

on the stony pavement-

olive oil in the glass

empty glasses

on the wine barrel:

tasting olive oil

ancient wine cellar-
among wine barrels
olive oil

terraced vineyards:
ripe grapes
and green lizards

night shadows:
under a diffuse streetlamp
a white moth

rising moon:
blunt stony pontoon
trembling under water

spring sun-
the crow’s wings
suddenly brighter

endless white:
where the snow ends
snowdrops begin

early dawn silence:
beneath the remaining snow
few darting snowdrops

early morning:

blurred glimpse

caused by summer mist

dawn-

walking on tip-toes

towards the coffee maker

dawn-

no use hiding

beneath sheets

dawn-

passing the coffee

over an open window

dawn:

trembling light

surrounds the tent

dawn clouds-

the moon’s shape

dissolves

dawn-

the weight

of a dusty cloud

glimpse:

up

and down

distant explosion-

the sharp sound

of her high heels

snowdrops
taking over the snow:
spring signs

lunar insomnia-
imprinted on your face
last evening surprise

morning make-up-
gliding on the mirror’s surface
silky spider’s web

a spider’s web
getting down from the ceiling-
morning make-up

intense glimpse
fills the gap between us
espresso fragrance

last wave-
the window swings
both ways

two more drops
of perfume-
spring fever

spring fever:
ink on the pen’s nib
drying…

anticipating
our encounter-
feverish thoughts

spring lassitude:
watching the giddy movement
of the clouds

spring fever:
same old insomnia and
early black coffee

autumn evening-
stompped footsteps
down to the stony street

late encounter:
sound of dropped ear rings
on the planking floor

tarnished morning
until someone noticed
my amethyst ear rings

tarnished morning-
even the sparrows
look brighter

crumbly trees
laden with hoarfrost-
salty morning

winter dawn:
the road suddenly ends
into the folding fog

idle summer time
steamy cast-mosaic floor
in Turkish bath

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autumn cleaning:
the spider’s web
just lints

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mid-morning sun-
fog unravelling
roll by roll

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house under construction:
near the mound of gravel
the mount of leaves

heavy rain:
footmarks on the pavement
concentric circles

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november forest-
in each tree
a different color

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mid of november-
nothing in the air
excepts ladybugs

afternoon napping
curved into each other-
old wooden spools

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drop by drop
loosing identity-
full pail under the eaves

a gust of wind:
hammock full of leaves
out of the blue

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left chimney
little stork bird getting pinker:
early sunrise

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up in the trees
crows getting even darker:
early dusk

foggy morning:
yours eyes
mistier than the air

faster
than the sweeper’s broom:
falling leaves

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sound of an engine
before the flash of headlights:
liquid fog

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walking home
in the yellow leaves carpet
the pallor of evening

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near the heater-
all at once, the full moon
spreads cold light

mist above the sea-
the picture he took
before sunrise

seeding:
a flock of sea-gulls
whitening the land

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