Picked on 25 February ’14

premiers crocus
première reproche
de pousser trop vite

first crocuses
already blamed for
growing too fast


le calice du crocus
remplie de lumière

white crocus
filled with the noon warmth
goose bumps


air de printemps
deux petits vieux courbés
du même côtés

springtime feel
two old lovers
kyphosed in the same way




About atreewalker

It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk. View all posts by atreewalker

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