Photo: Outaouais in winter, the temperature fills the space and thoughts.
In the cold light
winter has clenched the morning
Blowing on my hands
#4248 haiku
Photo : Outaouais en hiver, la température occupe l’espace et les pensées.
dans une lumière froide
l’hiver a crispé le matin.
souffler dans ses mains
#4247 if I were… a tree
photo: near my place, winter keeps amazing me
If I were a tree
I would bear fruit
even in winter, for the little
birds and even the big ones
I would be even more beautiful
When stripped of my leaves
I would feed on nothing, on the little leftovers of summer.
I would remind the world
that the earth needs to rest
#4247 si j’etais… un arbre
photo : près de chez moi, l’hiver continue de m’émerveiller
Si j’étais un arbre
je porterais des fruits
même l’hiver, pour les petits
Oiseaux et même les gros
je serais encore plus beau
Lorsque dénudé de mes feuilles
Je me nourrirais de riens, de petits restes de l’été.
je rappellerais au monde
que la terre doit se reposer
#4246 poetry
photo: fern in the making, Split Apple Rock, the repetition of things
we were apologising for this and that
for one thing or another
« you can never apologise too much »
a mantra like any other
we were apologising for this and that
without always knowing why
« you can never apologise too much »
we told ourselves, a mantra like any other
It must have been for that
that we apologised like that.