Bozena Zernec

Burnt grass,
Krapincica* up to the ankles
stones diving out

In the sea of fog
the churches - lighthouses
directing the way

Lazily
streching out that old
grandpa's couch

Blooming this morning
on the leaf of thelotus
a spotted frog

In a crystal
vase a table and
the chairs

From a sooty
chimney diving out
the shiny Moon

The green peas
growing harmoniously
in their cradle

The grass only
hears the gentle ringing
lilies of the valley

Houseleek
on the wrecked home's roof
awaits return of fled owners

A silvery track
shining in the grass -eaten
granny's lettuce


* River in Krapina, Zagorje, Croatia