Weekend fisherman –
near the fish market, blase,
the albatrosses
*
The pedigree dog
is looking for his master –
season closure
*
After holidays,
he discovers in the mailbox
a nest of sparrows
*
Late autumn evening –
in the nest on the hay-barn
not a single crane
*
Benumbed by coldness
in the empty swallow’s nest
the last butterfly
*
On the old jacket
glisten some brand new buttons –
tiny clothes moths
*
Crossing the border
between autumn asnd winter
birds without a nest
*
Derelicted nest...
What will the storks imagine
when coming next spring?
*
The cranes in the night...
the fluttering of the wings
dieing out slowly
*
The Northem Wind –
the cranes carrying on their wings
the autunmnal Moon
*
- Heigh! Chrysanthemums,
you are blooming just now when
the cranes are leaving?