October in a hurry

earrings off
tiredness
invading me

Indian summer

the sunbeams between

rustling leaves

icons over

Van Gogh’s sunflowers –

my desktop

larger and larger

eye pouches…

gravity

tiny puddles

who has taken

the Shoes off?

the regular buzzing
of our garden parties -
mosquitoes

morning moon…

my hometown streets

outstretched their arms

your words

not easy to be swallowed

crescent moon

words 

teleporting me...

waning moon

harvest moon...
the hour when the clocks 
are melting

Diana Teneva