Ideas are swarming
Like life in a primeval sea
Find their slow way up

Pear blossoms falling
The nightingale’s complaint
Insomnia

My lips on your skin
Tasting yesterday´s dinner
My ginger girlfriend

Fluffy dancer-seeds
The Thistledown-company
Is ready to float

A bouquet of flowers
white for innocence, red
for love

the white dove
flies over the battlefield
shitting on the war

Eggs hatching in may
ducklings peeping in the nest
mother fox looming

World covered in snow
white as my unused papers.
Who is the writer?

Through faded curtains
veiled sunbeams in the rain,
a glint of summer

again and again
the dog swims after the stick
its owner happy

sitting waiting
forgotten whom to meet
trees stand naked

Landscapes of the shore
slow stories of the stones
response for the moment

The withered leaves
rustle under my feet
the shadow moves silently

a word that takes time defoliation

Along the railroad
The tall slender goldenrods
In the sunshine rain

the singing sea
tempting calling us out
on deep water

Falling to the ground
They never really see it
The tree, within me

The wind wraps itself
in her silk coat
- endlessly

snowflakes dancing
over the bare graves -
the sky is open

The black sound of storm
in the late astonished evening
after the meltdown

In a special mood
during tropical rainstorm
eye of the typhoon

A hedgehog in
Your garden full of flowers
Life is wonderful!

On the field for the cows
Blooming clover, I see
The cows only as stones

The full moon circle
Strikes me with yet another
Tide of gravity

The coot careful
as if tomorrow is sane.
Ripples in a pond

The first summer warmth -
the coot disappears under
the butterbur leaves

I wanted to swim
in the lake but my mouth was
always wide open.

Waiting time - a
parenthesis that grows a
world away of wonder

The ugly duckling
flying all around the world
while the swan stays here

Summer is maturing
in the shade of the figtree
Annual rings grow