daydreaming alone -
Lady's Bedstraw golden buds
under my pillow


powerful hailstorm -
under the casino's eaves
the homeless man sleeps


sleeping baby boy -
his mom places in the pram
a lavender thread


grandma's funeral -
I stumble over the roots
of an old oak tree


tall rose at the gate -
grandma's gray mohair shawl
the same every year


quiet afternoon -
grandpa tells his dying wife
about the new pups


brimming hay wagon -
on the end of the wood pole
a blue butterfly


Forty Martyrs Day -
a child on a bike circles
the street crucifix


deserted station -
wild blackberries rimed in blue
through the barbed wire


still summer morning -
wiping off a dove's claw prints
from my windowsill


*Forty Martyrs Day –
a little girl kneels once more
to watch snowdrops grow