Magnolia White

Magnolia petals

beneath a March sky,

clouds ribboned with sunlight.

I sit on the balcony in Trier,

five floors high

above foreign trees

bursting with spring.

Rooftops, slate grey

undulate the city scape.

Distant hills breathing,
still winter brown

along the Moselle river.

It is early for boat trips

to lazy lunch in Saarburg.

Surrounded by apartments,

so many lives hidden
Behind concrete walls.

There is only the hum of trafic,

no birdsong here,
but the Cherry trees
are in full bloom.

Sea haiku

The sea seasons


bare feet sift soft sand
waves whisper foamy secrets
of bright days to come


sand shimmers with shells
waves tumble in unison
on a glistening day


shimmering sundown
a butter sun melts the sky
on a golden strand


sand laden waves
pound sea crusted rocks
cockles dig deeper