How shamelessly
these storks mate upon
the church tower
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Like this apricot tree,
I have dressed for spring
prematurely
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
Down in the city,
my eyes rise over rooftops
to the mountains
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
On the mountain
I am the last kissed goodbye
by the sun
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
How mighty is
this breeze that carries
bells up the mountain
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
Noon passes,
and still I am hungover
from that dream
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:33 PM UTC