poem
long time ago
my hair
wasn't grey then
an old woman
gave me lilacs
she flattened
the ends of the stems
with a hammer
and she did this
on a wooden block
usually used to
split wood
(AW, May 2026)
haiku
even the grey
is a spring grey
spring insists upon it
morning in May
birds around
none without a decent plan
late spring coldness
a takeaway coffee
at the charging station
Ascension Day
short and long breaks
between showers
wind and rain
the forecast was right
people walk faster
on this day in May
the lilac is shaken
much more
is shaken
you know
what I think about
and birds hide
for good reason
again life in this river
along its banks
then polluted
in an unacceptable way
now the address "Sir"
as if nothing
had happened
but there is
the willow's
knowledge
after the spring rain
these ambitious plants
with all their plans
drizzle in May
let's hope for
a calm day
news about war ships
and here the smell of
pineapple sage
these white flowers
of the hawthorn
these competitive crows
a drought in spring
it's said hope remained
in Pandora's box
May, May
and birds hop
more merrily