Monatsarchiv: September 2025

Lined up behind doors
Illuminated bathrobes
Dreams to be deployed 

The Möbius strip 
Is winding through the garden 
Like an artist‘s brush 

The little snail shell
A pearl on the fading leaf 
I don‘t flee decay

Wind and rain howling 
Against the seaside window
You made it safe home

A thorn in my side
Beauty, a double edged sword 
Still I hold you dear 

Old, straight, retired
Young, yellow, and flexible
Try to make ends meet

An old chair standing 
On the street waiting, watching 
For life dancing by