on Sunday morning
a cold autumn silence and
a feeling of peace
haiku
Archives du mot-clé New Zealand
sans parole/wordless : d’un peu plus pres
up there
we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).
weaving links
I will weave connexions, trembling threads in the fresh air of the river, traits of light, airin attempts, some nothings or kinds of magnets, or fingers seeking a solar story.
haiku*
In the slow air
the bark of light injuries
break more easily
*posted in May 2018, reviewed in May 2019
