Sentinelles

Le temps

Time

Time flies
Make the most of it
While you can
When the pendulum stands still
The last page is written

Treetops shiver
Leaves blow in the wind
My soul follows

Solstice d’été

Summer Solstice (a literal translation)

Summer solstice
Boreal expedition
Unforgettable memories

Summer solstice
Setting of sun and moon
Peaceful shipwreck

Moment

The Moment

I hesitate to breathe
Conscious of the privilege
My breath only sound to disturb the calm
How flawless this spectacle
That will never repeat
Unique, bathed in light
A thousand actors and walk-ons
Playing their parts without concern
Aware only of the moment

Suspendre le soleil

Suspend the Sun

The bright orb continues its trek to the horizon.
Rich colours: ochre, red, orange, yellow, purple, mauve, even grey.
Its westward drop seems vertical on the other side of the lake, unshakeable.
I would want to stop it, to suspend the sun.
What magnificent scenery: artistic, elegant, peaceful, warm.

Au milieu du lac

The Middle of the Lake

From the shore, I look at the other side.
I can also look at the sky,
At the middle of the lake,
And all around me.
But I don’t remember
Looking at the middle of the lake
Once I had made it there.
Why?

En surface

On the Surface

What’s in our head is no longer there
Once it has been said

Torrent, ma boule

Torrent, Rolling

The snow has melted
A frozen torrent grumbles
Iron-coloured water

Inviting pathway
Nature awakens willfully
Down the road I go

Chutes

Falls

Rushing water stream
Deafening din and music
Carry my thoughts

Il pleut

It’s Raining

Water’s clapotis
Blades of emerald grass
In a grey daybreak