#147

Held still by the gaze,
the pale eye and stormy brow
of the bright full moon.

#146

All afternoon long,
the rain and wind unceasing;
jumping deep puddles.

#145

With a buzzing spark
The old grey fan spins to life
And the breeze comes in.

#144

Old men laughing
as young women ignore them:
Surely it is spring.

#143

So many auditions
that worry you, leaving me
ashamed of losing track.

#141

the sound and the scent
of falling wisteria
can barely be felt

#136

The snowdrops are out
basking beneath the sun, so,
why am I inside?