Indian waterfall listening deep to my inner voice
New year’s eve
her rangoli patterns
our street
Distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
Ice box
your last word
resonates in me
Autumn evening –
each tombstone’s shadow
joins the next grave
November moon
I feed my child
and its shadow
Hanging bridge
the pot water wobbling
on her hip
Autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf
In the aquarium
stillness of the goldfish
autumn dusk
Kite sky
the clamour of children
fading with it
Uphill walking
she takes me into
winter clouds
