on the corner of
my street spring explodes in front
of my amazed eyes
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : downunder
dream outline
I traced again and again
the outline of my dreams
until nothing was left
but charcoal tones
in a grayish cloud
sans parole/wordless : sous-bois/undergrowth
between us
what we do on Sundays
belongs to us, only,
and what we see through the branches
will stay between us let go
let go of things
all the way, with the winds
and they organize themselves
like spring