Blue smoke

darkness at six-
smell of cherry tobacco
from my father's pipe

~During those long winter evenings, Dad sits in his lounge chair and smokes. He also does the crossword everyday despite not being the best speller among us. Of course he does the crossword even in the summer.
But in winter, when the blue smoke curls out of his pipe and his brow furrows in concentration, the house seems warmer.

Being in Love

Being in love with you is crucial. Everything depends upon it.

In summer, being in love with you is red, raw and delicious.

In winter it is blue, lucent, and shimmers when touched.

Being in love with you is to forget
For a moment the use of fruit:

It is to stare long at the splendour
Of a green pear
On a white porcelain plate.

~From "Being in Love" by Michael Londry