Photo: the small details have been grabbing my attention lately.
It couldn’t last forever.
that, we knew very well
but we would enjoy it
as long as we could
Walking in the daylight
watching and finally seeing, seeing!
Of course, bad days would come
but today we were living in
the thrills of nature,
its quiet march towards a long sleep
but before it would happen
It would make the leaves fall,
one by one, or in heaps
so as to let the light seep in
on the days of severe cold.
photo: autumn in Nelson
the leaves were falling
from the trees and rustling
under the footsteps of passersby
they walked slowly and
tenderness in the interlacing
of their carefree arms
photo: Leaves speak the language of temperature. In all their autumn glory, they are telling me « the cold is coming ».
The light bends like a truth slightly guilty because of its harshness, while the leaves fall brilliantly. Why does my shadow tug at my sleeve to confide in me, to remind me of old stories I had buried so well? Yet we make peace for a while, just to crumple a few leaves in the last rays of light.
photo: reflections on the water, I never get tired of it.
fresh air in the room
so warm under the duvet
seasons are moving
