Clouds on the horizon
bleached by marine distance -
as old as driftwood

-Jeronimus

no more
questioning
-birds singing on
every tree

-Bhalachandra

To the vain, it's grey.
To a weeder, it's green
- time has many hues.

-Jeronimus

After rising
I wash my eyes in the sky
-a blue ablution

-Jeronimus

No stone can shatter,
no dust can gather on
the mirror of the lake

Jeronimus (after Thoreau)

After days of rain
no other reality
exists but green

-Jeronimus

The Sport

White camellia -
its inner child has spattered
one petal with red

- Jeromimus
Note: A 'sport' is a flower that has an unusual colour variation.