The fish

Swims up and down
The river, narrow and deep
The flow, troubled or in sleep
The big fish ponders
Where the river flows.

08/12/2015
Midnight in Montreal

The hill

daytime
Trees on the hill murmur the sad hymn
To white death
By nighttime they scream it in fear
as their leaves shake and shiver
Far far away,
The white death is on his way,
Whistling!
Montreal