Tuvshinzaya Nergui

 

dust cloud -

a herd of antelope

on the steppe

 

broken egg…

a lama bird’s cry

hangs in the air

 

first snow

on the fallen leaves -

dead silence

 

my son

traces a butterfly

flower to flower...

 

your words

rustle with leaves -

autumn chill

 

opening my eyes

in the unknown universe...

no left no right

 

hot day...

a shepherd boy staring

at the snow peak

 

this autumn...

flowers on sister's dress

fading too