I will bow down to the time: a woolen ball that tumbles from intermingled threads. At the bottom of the hill, I will read very long words that are not often spoken until Sunday. Then I will rest.
until Sunday
Archives par mot-clé : automn
late bloomings
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one tries to economize on vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves while watching the late blooms.
sans paroles/wordless : landart
vignette : impromptu
haiku
Quebec city, Quebec, Cote de la Montagne, October 2017, Canon digital, polarr, ©Sylvie G Continuer la lecture de haiku