to walk in the seasons
with the same shoes
it is a little hot
it is a little cold
it is a little wet
it is a little muddy
somehow like life
(and poetry)
Archives par mot-clé : botanical garden
#4019 sans parole/wordless : en attendant l’ete/hoping for summer
#then*
Then you will have to
sit down in the resting
area and will be moved when reaching
the letter o
marvelling
over the words
then you will close the story drawer
before your bones crumble
*originally posted in 2021, edited in August 2023
#haiku*
a misty look
on the surface of water
the cold is cracking
- first published in June 2020, edited in May 2023
simple news (2)
It deployed, as it should, equally. In the harmony of the branches, the wind made its dance. Nourished by sun, it created shade. It could neither read nor write, but would make books.