Picked in November 2015

promenade du soir

sur l’air frisquet

parfum des pommes


apple scent

on the crispy air


tous les corbeaux du quartier

sur le toit d’une seule maison

(au tableau de Magritte)


edges of tiredness

the come back of the sun

is close



une larme sur le tapis



Fall so short this year

baby’s got 4 months




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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