I traced again and again
the outline of my dreams
until nothing was left
but charcoal tones
in a grayish cloud
dream outline
Archives par mot-clé : grey
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,
haiku
hobbling gently
on the uneven stones
the past comes back
Sans paroles/wordless : C’est la que je vais/ that is where I am going
haiku
all of the cold birds
cutting the wet and grey sky
of the changing climate