Secret corner of
the room - childhood patiently
awaits my return.

A wounded heart knows
passion well - a pinched poppy
at the traffic edge.

Strings skimmed by angels,
holy notes pour on our
heads - fragments of sky.

Rows of rose bushes -
at the alley end, the house
front door asks us in.

Ice sheets float across
crystal surface - iron clouds'
drifting reflections.

Whispers of prayers
accompanied by the wind -
silent gathering.

Sunset scenery -
the sky has lit the river,
boats wrapped up in flames.

Flood shatters against
the deserted lighthouse, backed
up by the rainbow.

Wind gusts - through shaky
foliage on grey bent branches
Winter shines slightly.

Sunset - dark blue hues
seep on a flushed skyline, gleams
of hope faint away.

 Lilac explosion,
scents spread around within a
frame of rustling green.

In the wide heart fields
old passions got lost - scattered
around as poppies.

Eerie winter sky;
umbrellas shield our dreams
from a wind of change.

Ochre-powdered fire
ball hangs on a glacier blue
surface - winter sun.

Early Autumn noon -
a child plays with wooden sticks
amid leaves of time.

Pink white pale blue hues,
a sliver of winter sky
from the sunset pane.

Fierceness of the wind,
grieved trees bow - humpbacks on a
foggy winter day.

Winter breakfast - rich
white laid table at the glass
window, snow outside.

Sunrise, the landscape
is set on fire - roofs glow in
the sky's orange shades.

Sky's golden petals
quiver as kites in the wind -
the night curtain drops.

Loud applause in the
concert hall - on our joy
rose petals rain down.

Amidst dark branches
foreshortening of clear sky -
beams of auburn leaves.

Slivers of silver
shades shiver in the breeze on
shimmering birch twigs.