Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts

Saturday, October 01, 2022

Farewell to dear guests

So many swallows this year
spent summer in and around Seanhenge.

Spectacular to see them
hunting their evening meal.

Meanwhile the last one
left one of the five nests
alone under our roofs


Speeding southwards.
See you again
next spring.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Friday, November 20, 2020

Friday, November 13, 2020

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Balcony view

On a late autumn morning ...

... the head not having in the clouds.
[for a change]

 

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Eyes walk

Autumn colours

on the golf course
in the wood
on its skirts
and everywhere
my eyes were walking.

 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Signs of Autumn

Four ...

Six ...

Nine ...

More and more migrants
are gathering day by day.
Their aim: Africa.

Saturday, December 05, 2015

Leaves

When the leaves will sink
the stones will swim.


My Walden . . .

Where I used to walk
as long as my legs let me.
I am still grateful.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Cranes Singing Farewell

. . . or rather:
Cranes over Seanhenge
discussing where to spend the night.

Golden October

Autumn in Seanhenge.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Once again

Last flashs of summer.
It is this time of the year.
Downstairs? Upstairs? . . . Life.


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Month ago

The old cherry tree
not caring about seasons,
not thinking of death.


Monday, November 25, 2013

In the Woods

Sometimes I do . . .
deviate.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Friday is Skyday

Two leaves in the wind.
I do feel like one.of them.
Who's the other one?


Thursday, October 24, 2013

Time . . .

. . . to . . .

. . . die.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Over the Poplars

Looking east
while in the west
the sun is about dropping off the disc.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Leaving

I am told peace-loving people somewhere far away
are competing in rocket science.
Surely there will soon be peace.

And when the stones are swimming,
the leaves will sink.

The peace of the night.