on vacation days
the sun hits you on the head
under the straw hat
Archives par mot-clé : sun
#2094 poetry*
that hour of the morning
when the possibilities are parading
in the waves of awakening
and the wrinkles in the coffee
sometimes superhuman
at some other times, fragile
before fading in the sun
or hanging around in town
*posted in October 2021, edited in 2022
haiku
finally the sun
the very first day of spring
is in the puddle
possibles
that hour of the morning
when the possibilities are parading
in the waves of awakening
and the coffee wrinkles
sometimes superhuman
at some other times, fragile
they fade in the sun
but hang around in town haiku (5 senses : eyesight)
desert, Morocco, 2019, Sylvie GE
to close one’s eyes to
better see the sun face to face
a smile from the warmth