
What you mean
when you don’t talk
I listen to the branches
i do not surrender
nor sit back
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
What a nice surprise ! on a very cold day (-20 degrees), in the black and white of the cityscape, this magnificent cardinal, too busy protecting himself from the cold to pay attention to me.