On the Road

Home, misty home.

Neighbourhood

The other Sunday
I got these delicious grapes
reached over the fence.

Dear Rowan

A birthday present
after ten years a grown-up.
An old man's delight.

Cui bono?

As so often, my heart it cries.

One apple

. . . a day . . .

Endgame

It's . . .

. . . over.

Friday is Skyday

Fiery.

On the Road

Chimneys

. . .

Augury

The more berries on the rowan 
the harder the winter will become.
At least "they" say so.

October's near

Still some pleasure for the eyes here and there.

Man of La Mancha

Friday is Skyday

Watching . . .