107

scent of lavender
was smeared over
weary spine
with a little
holiness of affection

106

in the reflection
of the green domain
butterfly sips
the nectar of
metaphysical florets

105

the straightfowarded gaze
burns
the ambivalence of life
leaving the urge
to suck the sap of the hezel

104

cold
as if winter
came back
to get
what he forgot