photo: Grand Union canal, near Milton Keynes, perfect for a meaningful walk
The trembling of meaning
in the syllables of the morning
on the coffee table the coffee
shivers and smokes
the wind has calmed
The body asserts itself:
there will be hours and seconds
then the night will come
photo: the most beautiful milk-thistle I have ever seen, Otago
You would cry in advance
to tame your emotions
you never know when the wind will change
and go off in another direction
sometimes you’re lucky:
by following your intuition
you find a silence
to be filled with your reasons.
At the threshold of the cold season, grey and often a little sad, I try to look at what surrounds me in a different way and I am surprised by what I see.
The air was damp
But it was not raining.
The cool wind cleared my thoughts
in the undergrowth behind the cathedral.
Frozen fingers.
Good heavens ! Iwould never stop learning.
And even though it was damp and cold
the moment was beautiful.
Photo: Today it is windy in Nelson. I find the wind unreasonable, frankly, almost outrageous. I have chosen a winter photo in Outaouais, which better expresses the harshness of winter and the wind.
We were waiting for the words
While listening to the wind
It spoke with its own words
In gusts and bravadoes
Is it really useful?
I wanted to know
What is the point of it?
but it had its own purpose
a windy logic
I will have to stop
before the horizon loaded
with the wind of spring
oh! the seagulls,
they mock gently
they mock, they mock
in the wind
