Automne

Autumn

Peace and tranquility
Surrounded by colour
Unique canvas
Countless species
Delicate fragrances
Awaken my senses

From top to bottom
Display of yellows and reds
Inviting footpath

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Crépuscule

Sunset

My footsteps in the sand
Evidence of moments long gone
The sound of the waves

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.

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

Solstice d’été

Summer Solstice

Summer solstice
My worries soon forgotten
Hook, line, and sinker

Summer solstice
Deep into the thick forest
My dreams… Thoughts of you

Refuge

Refuge

A frozen park bench
Ideal refuge for two
For some other time

Reflets

J’ai créé un livre de 40 pages (juste pour moi), il y a quelques années, qui joignait quelques unes de mes photos préférées à des Haïku que j’avais composés. J’ai appris d’un ami poète et mentor que l’art de la photo ou du dessin accompagné d’un haïku s’appelle le haïga. J’ai intitulé le livre Eau et azurs infinis. J’ai décidé de partager ses pages avec vous au cours des prochaines semaines. Voici la première.
p.s. Les poèmes ne seront pas tous des haïkus, techniquement…

I created a 40-page book (just for me), a few years ago, combining some of my favourite photos with my own Haikus. I learned from a poet friend and mentor that this form of art—combining a photograph or drawing with a Haiku—is called Haiga. I called the book Water and Endless Skies. I decided to share its pages with you over the next little while. Here’s the first.
p.s. The poems may not all be haikus, technically…