When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...

After the storm
has washed away...

A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...

Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...

Silver fingers caress dark water,
becalming its heaving mass...

Does a gnome in the garden
keep fishing at night...

Betrayal,
A monochromatic rose...

Unspoken is the creed between a woman and the...
That keeps most intimate and deep those matters...