Let’s entangle our paths where necessary for us to meet, possibly at the crossroads of the seasons, unpredictable, I might add, besides I am satisfied with little: colours, shadows, words, voices, sounds and it’s almost too much.
Archives par mot-clé : colours
#4026 poetry
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)
#4008 poetry
There will be starts, words aimed straight at the heart, we will recognize one another immediately and we will get lost on the side of the road, but we will know the vanity of things and the depth of the eyes and what will remain of all this we will not know.
#3079 if I were… a tree
photo : Pohara
If I were a tree
I’d be alone and cling to the rock
I would follow the wind
in a zany dance
I would delight in infinite soliloquies
then at nightfall
my leaves would rustle
inn the crash of the tide
#3064 poetry
photo : on the highway between Ottawa and Montreal
It was a question of seizing them on the go
the trees escaping on the highway
and the colours that lived behind them
In the sky of the northern seasons
in the soft light
between spring and winter