gray weather, one's wings
as cold as in December
turning to oneself haiku
Archives par mot-clé : winter
the sky or the sea ?
My hands, from the cold air hide in my pockets. Dark horizon but following the path, skimming the ground with my shoes in the gravel. Is it sky or earth? the other ones…
But then there are those other ones, the ones who get upset when you are happy. They know who they are.
at the foot of the mountain
at the foot of the mountain blocking the sun, words freeze in the violence of the world.
like tears*
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020