MY TRAIN

My train of thought stops …

As if it were eavesdropping,

A crow flies away

THE EDGE

The white man has come

To the edge of an abyss –

An advance of sorts

A foggy morning.

Three crows make part of the roof.

End of October.

THERE

There’s no sitting down –

The yellow leaf goes floating

Past a wooden stool

CHANGE

Autumn in the park…

‘I wouldn’t change my drinking

Team,’ a young man says

Rainy autumn night –

A hooded black coat passes

Across the river

Warm colours of leaves…

A little old woman eats

Under a park tree

Chilly October –

A crow sits on the chimney,

Two sparrows fly by

A greyish-white cat

Sits under an apple tree –

A grey autumn day

HOW, HOW

How elegant and,

Yet, how unpredictable –

Wagtail’s autumn walk

MARY...

Mary Magdalene –

I never end her story:

Once again I’m crushed

A THICK SIGN

Thick shell used to be

The sign of a harsh winter –

Peeling cooked chestnut

I THINK

When I think of it,

Existential emptiness

Might be filled by love

WHAT...

A black redstart stops

To pose on a granite cube –

What composition!

SHE

Still in the garden,

Sitting on a grey bucket:

She – the black redstart

Going beyond form,

My love for love as it is

Increases daily

Sunny afternoon –

The tree is full of apples:

Loud starlings quarrel

WELL

‘Well Sir, how are you?’

Two Mormons say in passing

And I say 'I’m well'

I WAIT

Behind a table,

I wait for leaves from a tree …

They come with the wind

BLACK

A black ashtray casts

Its shadow on a black desk –

Autumn afternoon

RED POLE

From the wooden pole

The wounded red admiral

Watches the mower

IN COMES…

In the sunlit mist,

A butterfly comes flapping

Across the window

FRENCH DAYS

Autumn in the park –

A French-speaking girl repeats

The days of the week

OLD TREES

The same old women

Walk under the row of trees…

With their walking sticks

UNDRESSING

Under the peach tree

Leaves spread on the garden lawn –

Autumn undressing

MISS

It’s early autumn,

The garden is more silent…

I miss black redstarts

THE FOURTH OF THE TWO

Two dwarfish lilacs

Planted in the garden grow –

It’s their fourth autumn

THREE FOURTH

Early autumn fog –

Three crows on the neighbour’s roof

Are joined by the fourth

THE LOW LAST

Sparse ox-eye daisies

Look bigger in the low grass

Before last mowing

Fog is almost gone –

Some mushrooms in a bag left

By aunt at the door

House of a neighbour,

Behind the dewy window,

Hiding in the fog

MY MOVE

I move my shadow

And make the red admiral

On the dunghill leave

LOST IN BED

Questioning in bed:

Have I really lost my sight…,

Or just autumn night?

EVIL LIVES

An evil jinn lives

In the breathing exercise

A man shows to me

MY LETTERS

Just like my letters

Sent back by my beloved:

Reading the Koran

DOGS DON’T

Dogs don’t make a sound –

A big motorcycle barks

At the traffic lights

AUTUMN TAKEOFF

I take off my cap,

The young nun passing by smiles –

Autumn afternoon

SIDEWALK

Café called Sidewalk –

Two dogs piss behind my back

In autumn sunset

MOTIONLESS

In golden twilight

Motionless crows on high trees

Dive into their dreams