through the window
I can see the days
repeating themselves
nicely
in the seasonal chaos of
climate change
Archives par mot-clé : seasons
#3016poetry
we would look at the beginnings of the world
while eating marmalade and toast
without asking anything in return
we would regret not being in winter
while thinking about spring
the veil of the eye would be resorbed
while listening at the gates of the earth 
#3015poetry
others will decide
if you were worth it
But that is not the question
you are just recovering
from your old decisions
you still feel the blood in your veins
and your days now full of emotions #2095 nuages (11)
another half spring in the sky!
The courage we'll need to shiver
until summer
in a kind of sleep of the limbs
that hit the pavement.
Once the seasons were clear
they warmed up
or fell asleep
they knew themselves
haiku
on a cold morning
let's hug one another in
the winter garden