Tourists converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach is overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach. However, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, you are no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
Archives par mot-clé : blue
#2099 if I were… a painter
I would tell the water
its movements
its blues and the sand
then the shadows of clouds
riding on its back
then the morning light
and the afternoon's
then I would start again
#2097sans parole/wordless : la beaute de l’age/the beauty of aging
#2085 poetry
we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
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haiku
finally the sun
the very first day of spring
is in the puddle