Listening to the night
narrating its story through
the open window
haiku (5 senses : hearing)
Archives par mot-clé : colours
sans parole/wordless : prendre l’air/ a little fresh air
the sun has coloured
my petals in a summer color
I was hoping to finish
between the pages of a notebook
in a bouquet on the fireplace
but time has made my petals fade away
the wind made them fall on the ground
that I will feed and
in the spring will come back In the slowness of the day
Of course we talked
in the slowness of the day
about the taste of chardonnay (good)
and the rocky beach,
the wild fennel smelled good
then we would climb the hill
the view, the view, that we had
on the bay, we will come back
when the water is warmer
we were lucky in general
and on that day
the sun was a soft
and people were picnicking
without making noise
as if it were Sunday AND THERE YOU ARE, SO DISCREET
in your head you constantly
talked
and explained and responded
the noise in there !
that it was
that nobody heard
and there you were, so discreet