to see by chance the
wind dishevelling the leaves
in the evening light
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : botanicalgarden
sans parole/wordless : conference au sommet/summit
treasure hunt
the day would taste wet
the cold would pierce my bones
in the barracks
at the end of town
books on the horizon
obscure titles
golden titles
filter, then "the" title
the treasure hunt over dream outline
I traced again and again
the outline of my dreams
until nothing was left
but charcoal tones
in a grayish cloud
small things
focus on the little things
and you will find peace
will the rain destroy the roses and
does the duckling really want to go in the water