At the threshold of the cold season, grey and often a little sad, I try to look at what surrounds me in a different way and I am surprised by what I see.
The air was damp
But it was not raining.
The cool wind cleared my thoughts
in the undergrowth behind the cathedral.
Frozen fingers.
Good heavens ! Iwould never stop learning.
And even though it was damp and cold
the moment was beautiful.
photo: Matai Valley, that morning, it was clear that summer was coming to an end. Everything, from the quality of the light, the morning chill, to the song of the cicadas, announced its end.
cicadas’ singing
in the morning sadness
summer is fading
(photo: botanical garden, Nelson, summer 2023)
of plenty
and dense light
fruit weighs
on the branches
summer is flowing
in the sunday gardens
the sun has coloured
my petals in a summer color
I was hoping to finish
between the pages of a notebook
in a bouquet on the fireplace
but time has made my petals fade away
the wind made them fall on the ground
that I will feed and
in the spring will come back