Epoch

Sounds I need to make 

Yet no breath there is to take 

Schlemiel with a feel

Tribute to Mönnig

his imprint, a gift
ray of sunshine; heart of gold
irreplaceable

Farewell Hein

our leader, our friend

great spirit dance with the wind

dance in peace, Mönnig

Remembrance

softer than a breeze

his gentle hand taught us

to give, is to love

The last tribute...

great man, life changer

students mourn, gentle giant

sleep well Hein Mönnig

the rain's symphony
an orchestra of droplets
lightning conductor

gulls dive in the breeze
and hang, frozen in wind's face
a furious stillness

Drought

Meeting in the sky
Slow, slow cover us darkly
Give rain, give false hope

On Earth, you will roam
Lilies shall curve like a scythe
As I bring you home

Ascend from the sky
Only to those who have sinned
A fallen angel.

Stolen from her death.
Cleansed with her last dying breath.
Another saved soul.

decay

fungus eats away
found feasting on my being
one day at a time

save

soft breeze -- oasis
water to my bone-dry soul
longing for rescue

stirred tea swirls slowly
a light breeze sweeps the steam away
winter breathes fresh spring

Patriot

our colours dancing
their colours burning brightly
a revolution

Introvert

below peaceful ponds
lie the most vicious creatures
mirrors never lie

Rigged

rabbit in a field
riddled but still never falls
no prize awarded

gusts of soft sunlight
lightly touch the laboured soul
eye lids close: sunset

after the rain, light
reflections twist on water
inverted fragments