Dark again.
Over trees —
a nightfall.
Beneath —
the starry skies.
Looking at
the silence
of things
we cannot hear.
Listening to
the silence
of things
we cannot see.
Photograph anna lenina
© cyril ioutsen, 2021
© anna lenina, photos, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-2048-3 (т. 1)
ISBN 978-5-0053-2049-0
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abandoned railway
still going
somewhere
abating storm
leftover rain
abandoned
on the grass
above
the summit
the sun
keeps
rising
above the sea
the seagulls
carry the rain
absorbed
in a daydream
a young frog
alone by
the leaf
across the fog
silence drifts
to the forest
adjusting
a pebble
on a beach
looks out
of place
after dark
returning
with a catch
of moonlight
after dusk
darkness
goes too
after the rain
too much sky
on the streets
after rainfall
flooded
by sunlight
after the snowfall
left on the ground
the clouds
all of the sky
in a tiny pond
still summer
alone
among
others
forest
trees
already gone
before I saw it
a perfect view
always
summer
far away
somewhere
ancient ruins
outlasting them
modern garbage
another spring
or perhaps
the last one
again
as if never
before and
yet again
autumn
at cliff edge
a butterfly
and me
it goes
farther
at dusk
colors fading
one by one…
wary to be seen?
at the edge
of the leaf
the snail
is lost
at the window
on the dry side
of the rainstorm
autumn
afterglow
of spring
autumn
at last
so soon
autumn
forest
bright
shades
of decay
autumn
the last
leaf falls
and then
another
autumn
seeing it
for what
it is
autumn forest
and beyond
all there is
autumn rain
sound of drops
still in the air
an autumn leaf
in my mailbox
some message
awaiting
the dusk
the snow
lingers
still winter
awash with
the sound
of waves
waterfront
Bach
by the pond
frogs wait
for the cue
back and forth
on a forest floor
restless shadows
balance
nightfall
moonrise
bare branches
few leaves
free to share
dark skies
with stars
Beethoven
in the storm
thunderclap
steps in
for timpani
between stars
and beyond
looks the same
beyond
the silence
beyond
still silence
a bird
a tree
sharing
solitude
birds in the sky
never lost
in thought
birdsong
leaving
no echo
bitter cold
a sentinel
for a pine
an old raven
bizarre
when up close
fire in
the fog
bonfire
in its midst
a shape of
something
both black
and white
the snow
in the dark
a breeze
a breath
a breadth
dreaming
of a beach
briefly
before sunrise
silence
bright sun
city shadows
almost dark
brightest of all
on a forest floor
a beer can
budding flower
without a thought
sweet fragrance
burning leaves
smell of autumn
on my clothes
bus stop
rainstorm
arrives first
a butterfly
a blossom
almost one
by the fire
under the stars
fiery sunrise
a canvas of time
brush strokes
sunrise bit by bit
change of season
never the same
and yet again
children’s
voices
playing on
the grass
tree shadows
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