poem
swirling leaves
egomaniacs
are constantly
changing topics
on the internet
and they do this
with intention
they are the wind
they decide
the direction
you are a leave
(AW, Nov 2025)
haiku
Sunday in autumn
the grey clouds sit
where they sit
bold statements
by politicians
the word future
is used too often
and they lie of course
a walk over
autumn leaves
soon blown away
the belief in buds
almost madness
but we are trained
to see signs of
beginnings
even small ones
my feet age with me
they still want
to use stairs
that's amazing
they have memories
about steps in
London Paris Rome
and they really deserve
these new slippers
drinking a beer
to salute the
beaver moon
ginkgo in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert
mild November
strong coffee
poppy seed pastries
early November
good morning Alma
written on a wall
of the railway underpass
the words are there
since decades
a demolition is planned
for the near future
perhaps Alma is still alive
good wishes for her
and the writer