🍁 It’s harvest time Time to pluck the dreams That have ripened in my mind. 🍎 My mind’s an orchard Bearing ideas and ideals Bitter sweet fruits arisen From the fertile soil Of my childish fantasies cemetery. Oh these fantasies Whose slow decay Now nurtures wild reveries! Reveries unanchored, although born On the same same … Continue reading Harvest
Just a scene that conjured itself up in my mind, begging to be put on paper (or screen...). It may still need some polishing 🍂 She owns a box That she seldom opens. But today, bygone days are calling to her. As she lifts the lid, Old treasures awake in her chest, Threads of past … Continue reading A box
All is quiet in autumn’s early light. From its faraway zenith, the equinoctial sun bathes the quivering world in its aureate gleam. Nature is simmering, fawn leaves are rustling in the expectant air. Soon all will burst in golden shades and brilliant tones. An ebullition of colour, a feast of warmth, a burning banquet. All … Continue reading Firethorns
My first attempt at a poem in English. I am used to writing in French only, but I guess I was inspired enough by the subject to find my words for this one... My english verses still need some polishing, but I enjoy working on it, so I'll try to craft more english poems in the future. (By … Continue reading Lovebirds
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