December 17

when he slapped his daughter

he wondered what hurt more –

her cheek or his heart

December 15th

No, not in summer

nor in spring do evergreen trees

smell so sweet as in the winter frost

December 13th

how pretty was the snow

in which grey horses roamed –

now it melted, they are gone

December 8th

I gasp, I shiver

every year when first snow falls,

every time I’m so bewildered…

December 6th

hedgehog on the road,

how I want to place you

under my Christmas tree!