Balk No 3

Spring came hard
on the wet ground of my yard.
Our garden is dressed on flowers.
A prayer to the sun.
A song among the shadows.
Birds sing this morning.

Trunk No 1

Within a simple trunk
I find you star.
Within waves and lines
I see you.
Let me take you home
to share with my love one.

Reflection No 7

Spring.
Falling drops from a vessel
full of shinning hours.
Who knows the number of stars
that arrived on the first evening
or the cadence lost behind
curtains of the house?
Spring is a dance of time
with pines and cypresses
that only you and I know.

Balk No 2

Too much or too little.
Too many or too few.
Nobody knows, my friend;
But the late evening of a wet April
when the birds sing no more.
A dark place indeed, my friend.

Just a lamp

I entered the room.
I sat.
I saw the lamp.
Yellow and oranges.
Darkness and light.
Just a lamp.
Laying low calls me.
I am.