photo : Tenby 2016, even grey days are beautiful…
If I were a painter/
I would paint the grey days/
all their shades but also/
one would know under the clouds/
the return of the horizon and/
of the sun
Archives par mot-clé : grey
#4016 haiku
photo : wide-faced heron
once you are rested
you like going for a walk
even when it’s cold
harmony
in the mess of the rocky
beach, harmony of stones
signs of age
proud traces
of their travels
in the rivers
(but look no further than tomorrow) dream outline
I traced again and again
the outline of my dreams
until nothing was left
but charcoal tones
in a grayish cloud
a certain beauty
Looking through the wet window, sadness has settled in, a certain beauty awaits, breathes, waiting for the good weather, listening time making noise, the room has been almost emptied , forced to murmur to avoid being spied on,