seasons

on a hanger I dry

my last year’s hope

for the spring

April

poppies spring

out of the curb again

mid-summer heat

a pigeon

by the air conditionner

cooling itself down

unpacking the baggage

my sandy flip-flops

bring back your smile

each summer practicing

yet another calligraphy

a school girl

in a northern sea

having a wade

to feel a southern

on my garden path

pretending not to see the leaves

to keep the summer

sunflowers behind the fence

bow their seedy heads

saying goodbye to the summer

after the summer
wrapping up memories
in haiku

autumn commuting

basking in the sunlight

through the pane

having applied suntan lotion

she goes to work

summer-dreaming

a sleepless autumn night

my hands growing numb

from book-reading

a frosty evening

romantically dimmed lights

on the bus

eating tart blackberries

coated with frost

I couldn’t wait for the summer

a harsh winter

the swampy smell of water lilies

on my photos

baking cookies

my lips burning from cinnamon

Christmas

Christmas time

recycling wrapping paper

I count on their short memory

Christmas

wrapping up a present

at last for him

dressed down

New Year’s glamor

still on her nails

freezing at the bus stop

I remind myself

how I hate the heat

mid-January

I pitch a tent

in my room and

wait for the summer

mid-November

a bumblebee on the lavender

made my day

late autumn on a deckchair

snuggled under blankets

my love of summer

on my November roses

a bud a wind a flower

said goodbye to the roses

withering last night

abloom this morning

almond buds

half asleep

a spring morning

a spring walk revelation

all my winter perfume hunting 

can’t compete with the scent of this twig