In old library
Read Dante by candlelight
As moths eat words
A pregnant red bus
The faces unnerve you
An old friend waves
I draw the curtains
Killing a patch of sunbeam
A peeping neighbour
Insomnia
I watch silvered shadows walk
On a moonlit path
A mute observer
Veiled in leafy vines
Chameleon of a door
Old tales revive
As one combs a sister's hair
Time halts to smile
Nice collection. I particularly like the silvered shadows walking on the moonlit path. Great imagery.