photo: winter has this unique ability to bring me back to simplicity
the airy skirts floated up
to the heavens but
the earth spoke little that Sunday
or was it that I could not hear it?
Even demons feel cold on Sundays
and needs a little sleep in
Archives par mot-clé : cold
#4243 poetry
photo: Ile d’Orleans in the snow and the cold
The air is cold like a desert.
but the light, bright, reveals the truth
On the steps of the cathedral.
the Quakers demonstrate for peace:
life is short
especially towards the end.
Like a long winter day
a coldness of the heart
that does not know how to leave
#4236 poetry
photo: There is a unique simplicity of colours in a cold morning. Tadoussac
I walk in the cold
Even the sea seems to doubt and the wind
knows me all too well: my uncertainty is my certainty.
And this faint light spread over a path that promises nothing,
I move forward in a season whose darkness simplifies the world,
4231 poetry
photo: Ah ! magnolias, always keen to bloom, as soon a ray of sun is out. Nelson, on my morning walk.
The sun like a cold promise
touches the edge of the roof
a shy guest, a reluctant blessing.
Brief warmth, but the coffee is lukewarm
in the dark kitchen.
My shadow will stretch across the sand
when I get out of the icy water
I will breathe in the cold air
then go warm up.in the corner of the big armchair.
#4248 haiku
Photo: Outaouais in winter, the temperature fills the space and thoughts.
In the cold light
winter has clenched the morning
Blowing on my hands