Blossoming lavender.
Yet another sky under
the sky.

Pregnant woman
embroidering – swaying 
field of heavy ears

even before
the first flakes- fragrance
of snow in the air

summer hush
the figs are filled
with sugar

Melted snow
seeing off winter
down the river.

The snow
falls relentlessly
over the corpse

long dawning
a cabbage neck motionless
in the snow

On the steep slope
a salamander slipped-
on a dry leaf

In shallow water
a fish moved into
an empty box.

A boy.
He is hiding winter
in his pockets.

Dead in the fish trap —
the blueness
in the fish’s eye

After the rain
heavy and sunk in the mud　　　　
every snail

in a puddle
a boy has discovered
a sea of his own

Mutual understanding:
a tramp and scarecrow
exchange hats.

At sunset
a cricket’s song
turns on the night.

The heavenly path
disappears on the horizon-
migration of birds

my gaze follows
the flight of swallows
taking the summer away

a leather jacket
all drenched with rain
the scent of autumn

the sunset
between two hills
a horse and the plowman

With a mulberry bough
burning in the fireplace
my mother’s life

the picked flowers
in various colours
equally sad

in a moment
the fog swallowed
the church

so gracefully
comets have dived
in the blue depths

A mad south wind
it’s raining
the sea became the sea.

meadow flowers
pollen is spread
by a barefoot girl

Searching for asparagus
in the hill, I run into
the violets.

In a cold room
A forgotten soldier takes off
His mechanical limbs

a frog
lifts the pond
on its legs

The sleet.
The snowflakes no longer care
for the game.

all night
fragrance of the acacia feeds
the homeless