Spider

Hanging by a thread
An itsy bitsy spider
Going up or down?

A scent of winter

A slow deep breath,
The first time this November
A scent of winter

Vinterduft

en dyb indånding,
første gang i november
duften af vinter

Spider

Spider on the wall
I expect it to jump me
From across the room

Magpies

The magpies are loud
Fighting over the eggs in
Some poor sparrow’s nest

Sunday morning

Sunday morning’s chill
I wear it under my coat
Walking home alone

Hillside

Up on the hillside
Lies hundreds of broken hearts
Fallen from the sky

Dancing

Above the city
Dead leaves and migrating birds
Dancing in the sun

Sun

Her strength is fading
Leaving only a vague touch
On the northern sky

The voles

The voles are fleeing
Seeking shelter from the cold
Acquiring my house

Forrige Ældre indlæg

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