sans parole/wordless : heron blanc/white heron
Archives par mot-clé : winter
living together (1)
We will live together
without bothering one another
enough space between us
without being to far from
those who look like us and
those who do not resemble us as much
from time to time*
we would speak between the lines, little words from time to time, and sounds that would mark our steps, then our ears full of silence and coming down the hill, we would remember the good old days.
*first published in June 2020, edited in June 2021
haiku
gray weather, one's wings
as cold as in December
turning to oneself 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?