Several flocks of ducks flew over the house this morning, going north to their summer dwellings.
I thought of counting them. There must have been more than 200 birds in each flock.
And then I came to my senses.
Why this need to count? To appropriate something by putting it into a category or a number? Why compare or count?
Let the birds fly north! Enjoy them as they are!
And most importantly, take in the beauty of their ways in silence just as they leave no traces in the sky.
Inspirations: Spring, morning sky and birds.
When it rains at dawn,
the sky brightens uniformly —
drops diluting all the colours.
Inspiration: rain at dawn.
The early morning mist moves in slowly
as the sun rises.
Snow Egrets fill the sky in flocks,
a few fly alone flapping their wings with vigor.
A pale blue sky lets itself be seen in patches,
the mist turning a peach color around them.
I look up and feel the coolness of the air.
I smile as tears form in my eyes.
I dive into the immensity of it all,
loneliness and silence merging effortlessly.
After the afternoon thunderstorm,
evening arrives accompanied by the coolness of autumn.
In the west, the sun dives into fiery clouds filled with rain and light.
In the east, the moon rises ever so slowly, silver against blue.
Wrapped in a shawl, I stand between the two,
listening to the flock of Snowy Egrets soaked in colors,
flying south for the night.
Come my friend, let’s sit
under the large autumn sky
and write some poetry.
Ciel bleu gris, tout frais
l’automne est arrivé
café et petits pains.
Blue grey sky, crispy
autumn has arrived
coffee and petits pains.
The sky is grey and gold.
It smells of rain
like a kitchen smells of bread.