moonless night
a frog on a frog
on the road

a poem
i wish i'd written —
summer stars

a bumblebee
buzzing in the kitchen
our agitated talk

moon craters
how to grow old
gracefully

Epidaurus
the crunch of a sandal
crushing a scorpion

no blossoms yet
on the cherry tree —
but the birdsong...

mass on tv
i go out to listen
to birdsong

chocolate dream no use avoiding the scales

slight chance of rain
the weatherlady's
shuddering voice

still no rain...
two crows inspect
a drinking fountain

periwinkles
the brimstone's busy
proboscis

wine caraffe —
a glassblower takes
a deep breath

slow sunday
the blackbird in the lime
repeats his song

steaming coffee
the fortune teller
pours in some milk

eclipsed moon . . .
she never speaks
about her childhood

ides of march
my identity
needs renewing

stood up
he savours the last
of the chocolate gifts

long drought
the star i wished on
was a planet

still no call...
the time it takes a spider
to wrap its prey

aftershock . . .
an open toolbox
among the rubble

two buzzards
call to each other —
endless sky

this pain
not my own...
winter stars

in a wine glass
no longer full
sleepy moon

on a diet
the accountant shares his big mac
with the sparrows

apfelstrudel
the things i'll never know
about her life

signs of spring
my inner landscape
slow to follow

late phone call
tremors cease
in the spider web

matryoshka dolls
the secrets
that can't be shared

49 —
i redefine
old

plum blossoms...
the swan pair returns
to the pond