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