Windows

Sometimes freedom
Is to have windows
To look beyond

Rattle

Parrots rattling
Cologne’s chequered hue
In cloudy days

Blankness

Benumbed by days
Of clay-cold stillness
Absent chuckles

Flight

A blue barn swallow
Cuts the sky into two halves
Which is up which down

Gloss

From outside the pond
Mirrors life’s complexities
From inside movement

Thaw

Dripping icicles
Winter’s fearful clutches
Melt with the sunrise

Screeches

Frost icicles
Screech in the moonlight
Old snowman

Frost

From autumn’s leaves
To winter’s blossoms
Frost’s kingdom sprawls

Roars

Anfield’s roars
Wake up players
From the graves

Blossoms

Blossoms one finds
In old books hidden
Seldom alive

Spring

A blossom can melt
The thick ice of a lifetime
One calls it springtime

Thieves

Every given day
Stealing a bit of the sky
For own survival

Trespassing

Open curtains
Let morning’s rays pass
Uninvited

Fencing

When the sword rests
The pen finds meanings
In mind’s fencing

Dive

Learn swimming
In the deep waters
Of your heart

Winterly

Cold orange sky
Forth my humble pen
Dreams of summer

Plunder

Tentacles spread
Over the city
Smokey monsters

Craft

Chopping wood
Makes one no chopper
Nor truth bearer

Blossoms

Don’t judge the blossoms
For their untimely falling
Who knows his measure

Joy

What’s more joyful
Than the first snowflakes
The first snowman