Author: Fred Flohr

spring morning
sun and fresh paint
on the windowsill

tiny mushrooms
and bedewed spider webs –
reeking first leaves

gloomy autumn day
her full red lips
a beacon

quiet autumn day
only passing traffic
make the leaves whirl

rain
each drop falling exactly
on its own spot

flapping of wings
in the chestnut tree
a feather

quiet sunday morning
winter’s daylight growing
behind the curtains

the silence
of a winter morning –
snowflakes

winter sun
caught by the branches
of the chestnut tree

after the shower
the reflection of the sky
in an empty shell