Patricia Lidia, RO
small traces
of steps at sunset—
shivering blackbird
falling
chestnuts
the wind is experienced—
game of bowling
only the
moon—
autumn’s monodies with names
of stations
late
frost ...
befuddling smell
from the vineyards
dawn whiteness—
under the sunlight
chrysanthemums
lost cricket
in grandmother's basement—
demijohn, dust
final
embrace—
hanging roses
on the wooden cross
form
throughout
the formless void—
beautiful sunset ...
broken wing—
only a swan
under the old dock
window
spiders—
the cat in grandma’s
rocking chair
Buddha
Temple—
over the ruins
prayer in tears
