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)

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edges of tiredness

the come back of the sun

is close

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méditation

une larme sur le tapis

plouc

*

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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