Sunday 10 March 2024

windy morning / my tree

 


 


« I stand in the advancing light,

my hands hungry, the world beautiful.
My eyes can’t get enough of the trees–

they’re so hopeful, so green.
A sunny road runs through the mulberries,

I’m at the window of the prison infirmary.
I can’t smell the medicines–

carnations must be blooming nearby.
It’s this way:
[…]»

–Nâzım Hikmet

 

 

some dark white

 


 

 

Friday 1 March 2024

a frog, and evening light

 



evening / an evening
trees into the water
still
reflections
deep movements
surfaces, a frog, and
evening light

 

 

 


 

 

deep inside

 


frost on shadowy
ground / bright light
and deep great
unfathom shadow