prey birds

the pray birds
can you teach them to live
by farming?
can you hide the mouse
or the rabbit from its sighting?
can you accept today
your loss
and make up for it tomorrow
through hard work ;
or will you fight
for your right and get up
from dark sorrow?

the coming of winter

the northern lights have brought the snow
from frost country today
and it has started to fall
huge balls rolling on the edge of the night

the wings of wind batted the air gently
so as to shake your curtains
cause winter is waiting for your fingers
to draw lines on ice flowers and buds on a window

the masters of frost will copy your drawings
on snowflakes and ice cones
and lace at the edges of shivering rivers
just draw and sing to the blizzard

tame the night with calm thoughts by the fire
then come morning silence the squeaking of snow
advance your sure steps making a path
back to the source of the northern lights

happy island

somewhere far
but not as far as the edge of the world
there must be
a happy island waiting for me

there must be songs
from the shore birds; and dancing fish
will rise to the surface
to see the foamy reflections of sunset

there must be light
enough to fill an empty heart
lacking direction
shall it drift off on its shore

there must be peace
and a total absence of fear
the only worry
need be putting one step in front of the other

loneliness here
must be a gift from the Gods
at their feet
the whole round world will be humming

I shall set sail
I cannot wait on board for the proper wind
I need to search for my island
while my arms can still work with the oars

stormy evening

there's a stormy atmosphere
indoors as well as outdoors;
some trees have dyed their hair red
and the rest of the forest is mad;
the trunks are shaking and bending,
the wind is lamenting
the very fate that it brings;
the leaves are turning
and spinning in spirals.
the kitchen is warm and inviting
the radio is spreading the news;
I sit to gather my thoughts
round the table, while mama is baking
chocolate chips in the oven
and dad is wishing for roast,
while all grandma wants for this dinner
is a cup of tea and some toast.

transition

at the edge between summer and fall
there is a smooth transition
of warm winds and a rain which drops
gentle notes on a musical composition

at the edge between autumn and winter
there is a storm of golden leaves
turning to brown,
a misty gown
dresses the morning with fear
that the first frost is too near

at the edge between winter and spring
there are buds on a twig
daring to grow into the unknown
fast to change mood atmosphere

fidgety, tricky and awfully pretty
spring gets in our bodies the heat
that we missed and the light
our souls need to set flight

when you start to think
that finally spring is here
summer has already began
we missed this transition
and we happily sweat
for a couple of months
I have never had
enough yet.

wake

wake little elf wake
the morning is hear
and breakfast is near
wake little elf wake!

I still need to sleep
his little face said;
then a smile budded on his cheek
followed by a frown
which frowned
on his forehead;
but peaceful he stayed
in his bed and he slept;
for when elves sleep
they dream deep,
in the forest
where only sleep-waves can creep.
so I had to finally send
a giggle and a couple of words
to cut the spider nets
clouding his eyes
with sleepy syrupy veils;
and the giggles cut through
like green blades
that the grass knights use
to salute the light.

wake little elf wake
the morning is hear,
breakfast is near
and mama will bake
if only you wake
little elf wake!

make believe

do not believe that because
you got a lot of candy tonight
life must be sweet to you
and most everybody - always

do not believe that the girl
with sparkly shoes
can use them to fly
away from the witch taunting her

neither the witch
does not have magic tricks
up her sleeves
but just a scary face

incredible as it seems
they may not be
too different
from each other

(as you wander together
the distance from one heart
to another need not be long
unless you set yourself apart)

try to feel good
in your own shoes
but if they still
give you bruises and bumps

get out of them as fast
as you can; make a plan
and if it does not work
make yet another!

with you own hands, and your mind
turn your plan into real
life and work, believe in yourself
and that you have friends, always