lorsqu’il m’arrive de trouver qu’il fait froid à Nelson et qu’en regardant des photos d’il y a quelques années à Québec, je trouve celle-ci/ when I find Nelson quite cold and find amongst old photos from a few years ago, taken in Quebec city
Archives par mot-clé : Quebec city
#4128 poetry
hisbiscus flowers in Quebec city, a few years ago
in a frosty desert where the flowers of summer had been lost/
Whispers in the sky/
the skin bruised by loneliness and the somehow heavy,/
hearts. /
But behind the kitchen window/
the fruits of the rosehip held firm.
And so we sat down/
while the day was creaking like an old hinge. /
At dusk, the silence grew/
and when darkness set in/
the night whispered my name/
#smiling a little too much*
smiling a little too much
it is the thought that counts
grounding the ideal
we will say things
too many of them
behind closed doors
(and the sun continues)
*posted in 2019, edited in 2022
of cities and weather
I have found, living in Nelson, that some places are nicer in the sun, others in the rain, and others that are always nice. I find it hard to imagine Italy or Sardinia without sun, for example. Enter the name of the city, region or country that comes to mind.
The city that is always beautiful, in the rain or in the sun: Quebec city
The town that's dramatic in the rain: Greymouth
The city that is only beautiful in the sun: Nelson, where I live, is the sunniest city in the country. It is rare that there are more than two days without sunshine, but when it does happen I find the whole town loses its charm, this is not the case in Greymouth, which exudes something quite special in the rain. Strange! refuge
I would take refuge there on snowy and windy Sundays,
I would spend afternoons at the window with the wind
contemplating the ephemeral traces
the lessons to be drawn watching time