'phobea'

young coconuts
and summer

premonitions
of early autumn
the copper leaves

recalling
your favours
last spring

the juicy
rotund
April

'afternoon'

we thrive
unfazed
by hindrances

'Shadow'

'the morning news'

of light
of shade
and blends of gray

nature inscribes
epilogues
over each rock

let's build a home
for the scorching Sun

so many shades
bestowed by April

a forlorn look
this summer

'the medics'

screaming face
in the tree trunk
blurts its agony

'Reader'

Beware--
the spring might
corrupt you

only the roots remain--
the stump
where once there was life

the autumn
that searches April's news

that April
the shrub was growing

that April
I had no fear for death

as darkness settles
a bird searches its nest

draining me
this thirsty April