A red sky,

In wintertime,

Somewhere in the world, ...

Morning walk through farmlands,

Silence, thoughts,

And icy green fields, ...

An old tree trunk,

Thin electric lines,

Plain lamps....

An icicle…

But I see a deer

Bending its head...

Holiday wishes,

Heart-felt smiles.

May you be well, ...

It may seem hazy,

But I see clearly.

Belief, ...

Translucent skin,

Thirsty and old,

Veins filled with dust, ...

Clear sunny beach days,

Even in wintertime.

Just close your eyes, ...

Big nose,

Bulging colorful eyes,

And mine. ...

Time to leave again…

Me in the plane,

She, driving off. ...

Sometimes,

Words can’t paint the story,

A picture speaks. ...

Silent words,

With a hint of a smile,

As I stared into the mirror, ...

What is it?

Water?

A molecular image ...

Closed, yet an illusion…

It’s her pictures

That open parts, ...

Overwhelmed,

But hanging on.

Refusing to drown. ...

Today it snowed,

So I cooled a few beers,

To later enjoy. ...

Morning mist,

Tangled branches without leaves,

Roots buried in the deep. ...

Just a few more steps,

And I’ll almost…

Be there. ...

Me at eighty…

A little bit of wood,

Written all I could, ...

A coffee with brandy please…

It feels cool,

Morning fog’s leaving, ...