Busy for the Bees

Sitting in the sun
and looking  appletreewards
it buds and blossoms.

Last prenatal working-day

Today was grandson's
last prenatal working-day.
Reading "The Stranger".

Friday is Skyday

I felt so relieved:
Notorious idiots
are not everywhere

In the wood

To visit this wood
one does need no green card, yet;
even in winter.

On the Road

Like trees are passing
a presidency does pass.
A fart in the wind

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Procrastination:
A child of resolutions.
I am their master.

Happy New Year!

Joy, Love, Peace and more.
Young Lady Einstein and I
wish a Happy New Year.

On the Road

Just will-'o-the_whisps?
The next US cabinet?
Bright side of a night.

Splendid Yesterday

Two fine malt whisk(e)ys
The wishlist eight books shorter
Now winter can come

First cranes leaving

While picking apples
I heard the first cranes singing
The starlings gathered

Annabelle's sibling

Eight centimetres.
Brother? Sister? Anyway:
Annabelle's sibling

Friday is Skyday

War and misery,
terror and hypocrisy
Not my business!

Deleyed

Sometimes I don't mind
being soon forced to sit down.
Ah! All this beauty.

Honey, honey

Deliciously sweet
the hollyhocks of Seanhenge.
Oh, and the honey!

August beginning

On an August day
I felt I had found some peace.
Agnostic's pleasure.

Cihan's a clever horse

His name could well be

Josef Adolf Erdoğan.

Cihan* knew before.

* Cihan means World / Welt / mondo, mundo

Some

Some enjoy cabal,
some praise their stupidity,
some can do without.

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Friday is Skyday

Millions on the run.
There is a lot of hatred.
I wish I could help.

Friday is Skyday

Saturday morning:
Branches are framing the fog.
The rolls are still warm.