
In turbulent times
holding on just by a thread
peas preach to humans.

In turbulent times
holding on just by a thread
peas preach to humans.

Camera’s ready:
spring is still a while away,
almond blossoms smile.

True winter descends
as the last of the warmth dies
bringing forth broad beans

Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.

Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.