Towards

the pale daisy droops
towards its own reflection -
giving up the ghost

Taste

black olive -
timeless taste of
here and now

Shelve

Soup of rain and dust
on the window - shelve the walk,
a late siesta.

Hollow

a silent hollow
in the noisy city
disconcerts

Rippling

Squeaky-clean green leaves
comb the dark, rippling water -
lady of the lake.

Melted

A dash of mustard
lifts the melted Emmenthal -
happiness on toast.

Runners

At sunset the heat
slackens its grip on the park -
here come the runners.