at 50
much to my surprise
my muse
takes on a definitely
human shape
steel band -
evening sunlight
on the water
brown fields
half greened
with new shoots
my point of view -
all sharp angles
and corners
talk of rights
and responsibilities -
wind in the trees
dear muse
even in the dark hours
the bird
you awakened
is still singing
slowly
bursting
open -
reddish-orange tulips
noon -
sunshine on both sides
of the wall
[The 13th century wall between my street and the 21st century shopping mall!]
something's missing
but maybe I will find it
even yet
spring sunlight
on old stones
roofscape
the oblique angles
of the snow
between the building
and the scaffolding
a spider's thread
guzmania pup -
morning sun illuminates
the leaves