#5

Oh, Spring wind
Be gentle with
the little flame
Let it glow
on your palm

#4

silent cry
of the sincere lips
penetrates the night
touching the black of
the blackness

#3

the transparent pain
shapes
the winter rain
pouring down on
my cracked windowpane

#2

colors and frames
lost
in fickle time
the sun eats
the lines

2012 #1

the cracked mirror
catches
innocent smiles
in harmony with
breath of the sun

151

the glittering
Christmas lights,
the seasonal sweet sensation
blinds an eye for
the true gift

150

the unspoiled eye
let
each line
tango
with the fancy