windy slush
scattering all over -
my white hair

withering year
December rain flushing
the windowsill

starry night -
warmest stars just behind
the hilltop

One More Path of Looking at the Puddles

puddled path -
the only growing thing
is the swollen river

how on earth
this old puddle spent
it's long night?

This December is one of the warmest for a long time. And rainy. And dark. Anyway we got the sun up here some six hours, when my friend up there in Utsjoki none hours. (Their Sun will rise up 17th Jan next year over there.)

This text got a version where "puddle" = magpie. Tried to catch the magpie with my camera; didn't succeed. Only thing remains still when I have my camera is this old puddle...

If the rains will continue: Thirteen Ways of Looking At a puddle ?-)

green bananas ...
after twelve days and night
a New Year's eve!

I just had a conversation with my Friend Samuli. He lives now in Addis Abeba. (Addis Abeba = New Flower.) He just bought some bananas; yellow ones with some dark spots...

This one could be as a comment for Marcel Peltier... Anyway, here:

drifting snowflakes -
my uncombed
hair

They say that an iceberg is drifting ...
Where to, reaching it's destiny down there?

warm westerly winds -
just ten days
before Christmas

a lit up tree
in a windy park -
the rain passed around

Brighter the streetlamps
the shadows deepening -
December!

Warm December -
someone cancelled
the whole winter?

December 1st noon -
The sun
behind the treetops