Day 1478, 55.
A red flower longs
the rain that will fall today
In fifty-five nights
Day 1476, play.
Two flowers behind
the window in front of them
while rain and sun play
Day 1475, suns.
From where I look in
I don’t see the endless suns
stripping my facade
Day 1474, yellow.
A gray cloudy day
disappears under my roof
and bright yellow walls
Day 1470, doorway.
Colorful doorway
to a winter weathered door
an empty keyhole
Day 1469, ground.
Time drains in the soil
from blue skies behind the clouds
my terra firma
Day 1468, red.
A red glow scatters
and the earth keeps on turning
beautiful, it was
Day 1467, yellow.
The yellow flower
hiding under winters end
together with me
Day 1466, vertigo.
Looking up side down
moon and sun still rise and set
and vertigo smiles
Day 1464, around.
In my fantasy
the sun revolves around me
and springs till the end
Day 1463, float.
Float free in the sea
where the current takes it to
an afternoon sun
Day 1462, before.
Before I close my eyes
I see my dreams in sketches
and maybe before
Day 1037, Peril.
Trees, dark and waver,
for a gust is all it takes.
Peril, at lee side.
Nochrisis
Day 1035, should do.
In a bare season
trees still lose their summer pride
as we all should do.
Day 978, where I walk.
