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
Archives par mot-clé : season
#3044 poetry
(photo: botanical garden, Nelson, summer 2023)
of plenty
and dense light
fruit weighs
on the branches
summer is flowing
in the sunday gardens
sans parole/wordless : sans dessus dessous/upside down
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 sans paroles/worless : qui va tenir le plus longtemps/which of us will win
