Monday, May 29, 2017

photo: Martin G. Wienert

The puddle

After a busy day in Paris we relax in our hotel room. 

"Look at this!" My husband is a bit angry. "The aircon is dripping. We have to call the room service." 

The young man comes from Nice and he tells us that he doesn't need an aircon, that he does like heat and that Nice is much nicer than Paris. A towel for the puddle on the floor is his solution for the problem.  The repair service will come tomorrow. I tell him that I love Paris and Nice and...

the beach
someone shouts:
"A shark!" 

Friday, May 26, 2017

white flowers in our garden; photo: Martin G. Wienert (May 2017)

on the hill
the bride's veil
and the wind

(AW, May 2017)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

in my kitchen; photo: Martin G. Wienert (May 2017)

cocktail time
ice cubes crack 
in our glasses

(AW, May 2017)

Monday, May 22, 2017

Jardin Villemin, Paris; photo: Martin G. Wienert (May 2017)

the pavilion
tai chi for a lady,
the sparrows

(AW, May 2017)

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Zu der Kuppel
passe doch
ein Kreuz nicht,
meinen manche.
Den Schl├╝ssel
zur Schatztruhe.
Vielleicht liegt er
im See.

Some think
that the cupola
doesn't need
a cross.
The key for
the treasure chest
is lost,
perhaps to find
in the lake.

 (AW, May 2017)