Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
Tag Archives: haiku
Spoons and brooms
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
Lingering Daylight
Daylight lingers after sunset; sky is raspberry lemonade and from above the birds still sing. Night will come, but in a few month from now dusk will merge with dawn. […]
Scared of owls
When I grew up we had a weekend house an hour’s drive from town. It was located at the end of a gravel road behind a spruce tree hedge. We […]
Trust
Sometimes kindness is nothing more than seeing or be seen. I smile, you see we say hello. This summer we were just about to board a ferry when I saw […]
