quelles belles paroles
Haikus from an observer of life.
Piano so soft
Like water in the distance.
No moment but now.
Meadow
Rays of sun so warm
At the top of the meadow
Wind rustles the leaves.
Over the mountains,
Setting sun reveals layers,
And shadows between.
Slow Autumn
Rain sopping, slowly
As one wrings out a wash cloth,
Street covered with leaves.
sitting in the park
warmth of the sun overheard.
then, chilled by cold wind.
town square
Busy street, town square.
The bright sun warms me gently,
Smile of passers-by.
Thankful for the day,
Fresh morning walk at the park.
Fog in the cool air.
Golden fields of wheat,
Stretch into eternity,
The train moves slowly.
Fog on the mountain,
Rain tapping the window pain,
Cup of tea, steaming.
Lake
A walk by the lake,
Two friends on a wooded path,
Sound of gentle wind.
Blue
Bass man
Listen to The Cure
Rain clouds overhead so dark
Melancholia.
Le vent
Le vent souffle doucement
Sous le soleil d l'été
J'entends que les arbres.
Rain falls in torrents,
And flows down the hilly street
Traffic is silenced.
Reading
Cool night, after rain
A book in his hands, he smiles.
Sound of turning page.
Warm day grows cooler,
Gray clouds overhead let go.
Soaked in the downpour.
Bassman
Bass notes melt the air,
Smiling upright bass player,
Spring day in Central Park.
New York City Subway
Low rumble growing,
Towards us the train blurs faster,
Warm wind on my face.
Friend
A journey through time.
Human beings just being,
Experience shared.
Summer festival
Mellow saxophone
Soundtrack to a summer day.
Crowded street concert.
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