spring sun		
my boy tells everyone
the same secret

Arriving train
Snow from all over the country
pasted to the front

Bought three
for the price of two
needed one

March burial
a bumblebee sucking nectar
from funeral flowers

The sea at dusk
all the islands pulling
closer together

The skier stops
to make room
for the silence of the snow

Snow melt
green fields growing
on the copper roof

Afternoon sun,
the ice-skaters shadow
in longer strides

Swaying
in the hammock we forgot
a snowdrift

between the echoes
of our voices
our voices

watering
the plastic flowers
just in case

In my dreams
I drain the sea
fill the brush with blue

Summer air
hibernating
in a beachball

spring wind
I make a wrong turn
just to tease you

soon autumn
I sit on the train
facing backwards

Melody of wind
written with hot air balloons
on the horizon

I draw a breath
strike what I had written
in the harbor a gull takes wing

the rain 
breaks the silence 
between us

In the bus for handicapped: 
I was born in Bethlehem 
said the driver

The Loch Ness Monster!
After the whisky, 
the ripples

Darkness over the snow –
only the foam of waves
makes the sea visible

The power lines stretched 
across the kingdom of frost 
north of all music.

autumn leaves
my wife has changed
her ringtone

wild geese
the border guards
lower their weapons

The waterpond mirror
turns my familiar face
into someone else’s

Quiet snowfall
the manhole cover found
in another world

Deep in the woods
far between people
thoughts wander.

Northern lights
the pine tops
darken

My aging cat
jumping through the window
narrowly

Sweeping my porch
my broom could never soar
to a Quidditch game

Resting in the dinghy,
along the distant horizon
islands sway