Scared and
quivering bird, singing
on the branch
The snow is falling
through the pine needles.
Snowflakes flying.
A girl
leaned her hand
on my shoulder.
Raindrops
float in circles
widening.
Barefoot.
On the forest path
grass and stone.
Morning...
A smile on a face
in the mirror.
I drink beer
and sit by the stand.
It rains.
The church on the top
of the sleepy hill sails
in the morning mist.
green grass
of my home -
unmown
Embraced
by stony wall and a rock
the old oak.
Crist on the
cross
and the locked door
of the
chapel.