Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME...

No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills...

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...

Walking with death
talking poetica...

Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly...

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank...

How long will it go
this hurricane...

A grandson sails through the century
jumps into the chair of grandfather...

Hydrangia was in full bloom
when I left...

It was dull green
under the weather...

Was busy
carving out the white clouds...

Acid filters in the cords
scathing the greens...