Day after the night storm
sunny start
with delicious coffee
new packaging
the surprise of the unknown
and the joy of the new are alike
briefly, both elevate us
but coffee is a presence
to one more thing
near the wing of the soul
out on the balcony
the table invites me
with a flying oak branch
the tree against the night
broke up
with your little hand
touching wind and birds
sprig of green harmony
you are not a flower
for my Easter vase
a memory
for a family tree
in Bulgaria