this haiku came to mind when admiring the adaptation of New Zealand nature to its environment. Many trees have developed minuscule leaves that are resistant to the cold and do not fall in winter. Photo : Matai river
Aoteroa
to the outline of the weather
has well adapted
photo : les couleurs de Golden Bay, je ne m’en lasse pas, mais en ce moment, dans la région, il fait bon de voir la température diminuer un peu.
And then I became a child again.
At this very moment
of amazement,
Blue was the color
of the event
under my eyelids.
Yes, the sand was burning
And the waves smelled of
salt and seaweed
And we were almost not hungry anymore
for breathing the summer, with squinted eyes
photo : Akersten reserve, Nelson marina, harmony of morning colours in the Matai river at high tide.
Yes, the silence of the water, the one that can be listened to and that understands almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light and glides over the day.
Photo: The Matai River flows through Nelson. At low tide, soil debris allows the tough flora to take hold.
protected by the stones the
wildflowers have now bloomed near
the banks of the river
photo : near the Matai river, a morning walk in a beautiful light that feels a little like the end of summer
we would resume/
the conversation /
where we left it/
a long time ago/
near the river/
God! the clarity of the water/
our sad and grave airs/
in the thinness of the air/
would evaporate/
in the thinness of the air/
of which only nostalgia/
was left/
not even bitter/
but a little desire /
nonetheless to go back/
to rebuild ourselves
