the gaze lost in space
mute is the word with no name
– another year’s gone
# 364
the gaze lost in space
mute is the word with no name
– another year’s gone
# 364
water reflections
improper conversation
– best left unsaid
# 361
frosty morning light,
drawing hearts on window pane
in a dead silence
# 357
silver cloud wrapping
the lukewarm womb of the earth
like a priceless gift
# 356
it must look stunning
– for those who reappear from hell
the lively village
# 354
year comes to an end
breathless, prostrate like a plough
stuck into the ground
# 353
well-worn, in tatters
night comes across the first light,
– with such a courage
# 350
Christmas rehearsal,
little angel’s halo tilts
– shepherd’s lip trembles
# 347
dirty light outside,
staying silent by the fireplace
– intricate carving
# 346
lack of tenderness:
from the cold touch of darkness
light always recoils
# 345