poem
morning mist
a partial visible
power pole
in short time
this will change
but the lies
of politicians
will stay hidden
(AW, Sept 2025)
haiku
blue and white
the autumnal sky
the passing canal vessel
day in autumn
the hideous look of
this declined city
mid September
reading about plants
some goldenrods
are invasive
some not
hard to decide
these days
let's hope
that one can trust
this slice of rye bread
with butter
after heavy rain
the garden stone lion
in a strange position
(AW, Sep 2025)
the colourful trees
a triumph over
the grey above and aside
Septembermorgen.
Wallheckenlandschaft,
was für ein schönes Wort!