The Lonley House

Once it was built by a young couple,
Filled with dreams and homes for the future.
Sheep and cattle, crops in the field,

Husband coming home, tired in the evening,
Eager children running alongside,
In for a steaming hot, well prepared meal.

Now it's standing alone in the summer night.
Abounded and stripped for former wealth.

People need houses,
and houses need people.
Hope they'll find one another in the lonely hearts' club.

LILACS THROUGH THE WINDOW

The green leaves of the tall lilac tree are sprouting even before the birch.
In nature it's the ones who come first that leave last.
Outside our kitchen window, where we are eating our meals, drinking hot, stimulating coffee and reading our local paper, the lilacs have been blossoming for a month now.
That's how we know summer is here.
Outdoors the thermometer has shown 46 degrees the entire month f May.
Same temperature as in November..
The lilacs haven't let us down.
They are the thermometer of our souls.
They bring true summer joy.

Forget-Me-Not

Even the bluest of the blue,
the forget-me-nots,
have traces of red.
Our time on earth is limited.
In spite of that cruel knowledge,
or maybe just therefore,
we try to make traces in the sand.
Plant a tree, sow some seed,
chisel in a stone;
Felisol was here.

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