haiku
Saturday morn
a magpie's call
the cold is back
(AW, Jan 2024)
poem
clouds
three kinds of grey
don't wait for more
on a day like this
some sticky stains
on the bathroom floor
probably done by a ghost
don't expect answers
don't expect
this so-called "nice-weather"
wear a pink blouse
or a green one
witch hazel
a queen
for sure
her residence
the flower bed
beside the shed
where some with legs
hide to survive
the cold
frozen water
in the bird bath
the buddha's
warm smile
some red berries
needed for
the colour
and I recall
a buzzard's cry
for the sound
Neues Jahr.
Jazz und Tee
weiter gut.
