The birds flew south

Walking in the forest

I heard silence

With echoes of sadness

After you left

The books remained unread

Arranged on top of each other

In alphabets of absence

Some words are missing

In discordant conversations

The strings were adjusted

I was able to sleep

After a very long wait.

A month ago.


morning greetings


“My host was shoeing a great blond carthorse with a mane and tail of tousled flax. He wave when I went into his smithy and mumbled good morning though a mouthful of horsenails.”-Patrick Leigh Fermor

note: the quotations is from A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor

photo: Lake Tahoe taken while hiking with a friend.