raw winds
the tilt
of my flamingo

moonlit night
the shadow of a wolf
just like a wolf

Orion rising
in the eastern sky
we compare secrets

worn-out stairs
up to my old mother’s home —
an owl hooting

she strokes
my thinning hair
winter moonlight

early snow
outside the window —
pomegranates

snow moon
the hunter’s
empty trap

a star falls
into the winter dark
the rumble of a train

crackling fire —
her breath
smells of cinnamon

midwinter’s night
the occasional chirrup
of the smoke alarm