gazing
at a basket full
of lemons
after one more
disappointment

the hills
in a mist of rain
softly
the truth spoken
in quiet glances

a line of trees -
beyond the fifth the world becomes
uncertain
starting a journey
on a winter day

blown to us here
in our safely sheltered bay
the sound of waves
crashing against rocks
further down the coast

even though I know
that we may never meet
I hope
my words might touch you
as yours have touched me

even though I know
that spring follows winter
after all these years
the blossom comes as
such a sweet surprise

can't think of
anything we have
in common
a white bird
in sunlight