Seasonable

Sorting out cards
Not even received
All sorted out

Christmas

Illusions at play
In Christmas euphoria
Not even a flake

Artesian

Lovebirds goofing off
Around an artesian
Uninterrupted

Flights

Flights coming back
Looking for the one
Going back home

Leaves

Last leaf
In the whole tree
Peacefulness

Intensity

In each web
A spider lurks
Tensed words

Boundness

Where does it end
This sea of despair
Up to a shore

Verges

Tomcats fighting
On the verge of death
Aren’t we all

Grasps

So familiar
The sound of raindrops falling
Turned into snowflakes

Past Imperfect

What’s autumn
Falling out dried leaves
With taste of past

Hopes

What’s winter
Flaring hopes in white
On a blue sky

Leaves

What is spring
Illusions call loud
From leaves of youth

Light

Older the day
A candle’s one’s quest
To keep burning

Dragons

Where there is fire, there is hope -
Wishes raising with the smoke,
Dragons fighting with the cold,
Stories from each chimney told;

Ghosts of winter from above -
Looking back in hights with love;
All the clouds in flight can catch,
One by one wishes they snatch;

Look, some pierce a way through clouds -
Reaching to the stars in crowds;
The winds of hights take them far,
From heart to heart, star to star…

In mid of night starts to snow,
Lighten dragons through flakes flow,
All those stories now afloat,
Wish it or you wish it not…

Fairytales

White dragons
Out of black chimneys
Winter tales

Query

Why trust the angels
When devil’s tail truths riggles
One’s needings linger

Frozen

Winter bites
From leaf to leaf
Frozen queen

Branches

Twigs branching on
Toward a blue sky
Lost between leaves

Convergence

Perpetual time
Flowing to bound nothingness
In moments not there

Flutter

Butterfly flapping
In the carrying windstorm
Wish was never there

Oh Gods!

Oh gods, we cherish life in vain -

It brings more sorrow and more pain;

Look at this leaf still in its youth;

Decayed in growing by man’s truth!

Oh gods, what truths man can now seek,

Of what truths minds can purely stick -

There's desire in each thread of thought,

It conquers man in smallest fought!

Oh gods, how much you love to laugh

At our thought of being rough -

We brake with winds when standing tall,

Survived inclined of being small!

Oh gods, how long one's will can live

When heart is built just to deceive -

We love the form, we love the space,

Charmed by beauty in senseless disgrace!

Oh gods, who's man at all to judge

Your purest form of joy and grudge;

I’m standing still to hear your voice,

In darkest night I long a choice!