New Year's card.
The Olivier salad pan
suddenly became too big.

A patch of dry asphalt
from a departing car.
Pre-winter.

city ​​moon
flashed through the flaps of the cloak
girl's navel

Becoming an acorn is easy.
A jump, a spin, a bow,
an ovation of foliage.

Autumn morning.
Oh, how opportune
sunglasses in my pocket.

White lilac.
The school uniform
is so short.

opened their mouths
young leaves
on a thin branch

blossoming apple tree
she's about to fly off
to the neighboring beekeeper

who does he think he is
dry leaf on a branch
February sky

bare quince branch
broken straight line
and in January there was no snow