you will never know
what’s in my dreams
even I
am not sure what they are made of
the ghosts that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don’t see
*reposted from December 2022
Archives par mot-clé : summer
#4053 haiku
rove over with the
eyes the stature of nature
in the summer breeze
#4046 poetry
the skin is soft
the sea is salted
the waves are happy
a summer day (in Nelson)
#3028haiku
the flowers' pollen
has been scattered everywhere
cough is in the air
instant
... but to surprise summer in the middle of the city, then the silence of the pond soiled by the ducks, the ripe fruit, the abundance, another day on earth, it will rain tomorrow