to walk in the seasons
with the same shoes
it is a little hot
it is a little cold
it is a little wet
it is a little muddy
somehow like life
(and poetry)
to walk in the seasons
with the same shoes
it is a little hot
it is a little cold
it is a little wet
it is a little muddy
somehow like life
(and poetry)
Finding the horizon
behind the line of clouds
in-between seasons
trouver l’horizon
derrière la ligne de lumière
entre les saisons
photo : bridge in Nelson
remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the Antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers the day
is ending
but maybe will start again
*posted in September 2022, edited in September 2023
au petit matin
nous serons las de l’hiver
dans nos pieds gelés