The slow-walking cat

Crossing the village road stops:

The dead black brother

Otherworldly voice…

She says she has throat cancer –

The homeless woman

Saint George the Green One…

Behind the church of deep love

A rainbow rising

It happens in spring …

Once more some ants have drowned in

A jar of honey

A Sunday morning…

My father, too, has heard it:

The first cuckoo’s call

Violet, how come,

In a circle of daisies

By a wire fence

On a spring visit

The greenfinch sings more roundly:

Still, a roundelay

Little old woman

Creeping along the zebra

With a tall blind man

Spring as it once was:

Two old women in headscarves

Sit at a bus stop

Our town in April…

A geisha-looking woman

Waits at the crossroads