photo: Harvest Moon, Montreal, Hochelaga, a magical and unexpected moment
Night was falling without incident
we counted the steps that
would make us hungry and
satisfied about a job well done.
We had forgotten
the formidable night
drawing itself in strokes of light on
the shadow of the evening
What a beautiful text! I love the way you describe the atmosphere at night (the lights, the intimacy …).
I’ve been missing Montreal for 2 years.
A lovely descriptive poem and one of the best Harvest Moon photographs I have seen
Thank you Derrick. The photo, somehow, because of its simple lines, reminded me of a painter I like very much, Jean-Paul Lemueux, and all that by chance.