The stay was already pleasant, and I did not expect more swimming almost every day, long walks, photos or the Dada Manifesto cafe, but on our penultimate evening, we were told we would get a sky full of aurora Australis. Actually I didn’t know this, but the place where we were staying in Pohara enjoyed a very nice view of the sea and in the evening (that evening in particular) my camera caught a beautiful sky full of pink (that I had to edit because of the grainy texture), with a beautiful, bright moon and the Southern Cross. I was even able later on to see the moon in a very dark sky projecting its bright light on the sea, which I had never seen before.
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#3060 poetry
photo : the moon and the night on Ontario street, in Montreal
we go back or
we come back
from winter or
summer
regaining footing
in sand or snow
the anchor is anchored
in the years and in the heart
words here and there
A promising moon prepared the sky for confidences words here and there I sensed things Which organised, surely, your infinite dreams Under austere stars
haiku
slowing down the body
and laying down your weapons
before falling asleep haiku
slow down the body
put the weapons down before
you fall sleep