Category Archives: Poems

Fruit on the tree
Turns to ash
And spirals
Slow and graceful
on the morning air
settling on bent shoulders
the silver powder
of broken dreams

Form
Under the patina
Ochre and brown
Varnished and cracked
Of our worldwise traditions

Carving a trace through time
You weave between the pillars
Of my dark forest, moving them gently
To make space for shafts of light …

Creusant un sillon à travers le temps
Tu navigues entre les piliers
De ma fôret sombre …