photo: there is no shortage of confused magnolias, ready to welcome spring, although there is still a good month of winter to endure.
And when spring arrives
I will stand at the gates of heaven
I will be the minister of sun
in still solitude
I will prepare the final word of summer.
I will reveal the true colour of the world’s torch
photo : Botanical garden, Nelson, spring
photo : Nelson Botanical Garden, the eternal restart of spring
we would start again
every day, every month, every year
we would not tire
of the repetition of things or
of the small gestures with not spark
yes, even those
we would not tire of them
*posted in 2024, edited in 2025
photo: petals on the ground near the cathedral, Nelson
petals were scattering in the uncertain spring
we said to ourselves « maybe » because
the world was so vain
that we couldn’t see very far
we even doubted tomorrow
and we would make do
with the beauty of the day because we didn’t know
when it would come back again
photo : Nelson, Botanical Garden, relfections
… and sometimes it is the mirror that is unfaithful
that distorts reality, that’s why, believe me,
It is better to reverse the direction of the gaze said
someone I wanted to listen to
photo : Cable Bay, in spring
Because spring is also about storm and the rage of the wind, clouds and waves which muss up time
