The vine is drying,

Winter approaching,

And a single tomato, ...

Ocean or sky?

Blue or grey?

And why all the squares? ...

Autumn leaves reflecting the sun,

The usual sea of people,

Nowhere to be found. ...

The cracks appeared,

When he was born.

He was the water ...

On cold winter days,

The old tree near our village

Wears a thin layer of snow. ...

An empty station…

I’m all alone,

Looking for a soul, ...

There’s an old clock,

Next to a farm hut,

In my countryside. ...

Even leaves,

Find partners in life…

Yellow edges intertwine, ...

We planted the tree

On a cold winter day

Many seasons ago. ...

There was a time

When form dictated my life.

Straight lines, neatness, order, ...

The lens focused on her:

Colorful,

Open,

Believe,

And they will too.

Just a little hope, ...

Soon I’ll land,

Drive home,

Park, ...

Looking from above,

I imagine the seasons change.

Nature’s white blanket spreads, ...

The sun feels warm,

Even in the fall.

A few strangers linger around...

An orange sunrise,

Rare for late October,

With dense clouds, ...

Empty hallways,

Lightened images,

Space to breathe. ...

Sometimes I feel bright,

Light,

Even right! ...

Buildings,

A bridge,

Castle in the hills, ...

Searching in the dark

When it’s starring me in the face,

Because I do not like, ...