Poetry

Observations, imaginations and yearnings rooted in ecology, nature conservation, forests and abstract ideas.

Asparagus in May

A dozen asparagus sizzle on a pan.

Habit blooms like a little flower.

For an entire week you appeared in my dream, gentle as a brook that flows in a silent forest receiving a slice of the sunlight on its body.

The light is magic.

Powdered rainbow falls like magic dust

I toss myself in the swamp of your thoughts.