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Happy Sunday

Happy 2s-day

Happy Sunday

Simplicité

Simplicity

Simple images
Powerful feelings
Complex emotions

Dawn, dusk, twilight
Pastel colours with no name
Golden, blue, and then
The celestial body appears
Very slowly at first

C’était la dernière page de mon livre-photos, et donc le dernier de cette série qui avait débuté le 7 janvier ici. Je devrai donc penser à quelque chose de nouveau pour mes prochains posts… Un gros merci à vous tous qui avez visité—et même aimé—ces agencements de photos et de poèmes.

This was the last page of my photobook, and therefore the last of this series which began on January 7th here. I’ll have to think of something new for my next posts… A huge thank you to all of you who visited—and even liked—these combinations of photographs and poems.

Éblouis !

Dazzle !

Your green snares a light
Barely yet noticeable
Dazzles my senses

You abandon me
Darkness of a frozen morn
Stream meanders on

Ma prairie

My Prairie

… the surrounding beauty
continually amazed in all its colours.
The fragrance of the fields
And the dampness in the air
Dazed the senses.
The sharp scent of flowering canola stood out
From the sweet smell of corn.
Yellow flowers covering vast undulated areas
At times disappeared in the shadows,
Only to re-appear in bright sunlight.
What magic the danse of colours and light!

Mistral

Mistral

Violent mistral
Your bare limbs wail
Day breaks

L’étranger

Stranger

What snow brings…
The stranger leaves his sunny land on the wings of the metal bird.
Although he refers to it as “his” land, it is not really.
Once his destination reached, where he comes from, he remains a stranger.
Because once we’ve left, we are a stranger forever.

Brouillard