Time

“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.”  – Benjamin Disraeli

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

–  Steve Jobs

“You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.”

–  James M. Barrie

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Time

The eternal stalker

Knows each of us

Intimately

Counts each breath

Every step you take

Is it an abacus

Or a calculator?

He uses to keep

Track

Saluting him with

The Bronx cheer

I burn the candle at

Both ends

Up early to walk

The sacred hills

Late nights counting

Stars

Dancing close to dawn

Whatever time is left

Use it up

Wear it down

Regardless how thin

The fabric becomes

It is rich with the sounds

Of laughter,

Salty with tears and

Friends

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Bisous,

Léa

Moisson: Chasse pour la survie (Harvest: Hunt for survival)

“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.”   –  William Blake

“The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.”  –  William Blake

 

Moisson: Chasse pour la survie (Harvest: Hunt for survival)

Winding through the hills

And vineyards

Durban Corbières to

Embres et Castlemaure

A thin mist

Hovers above

Vineyard flames

Reds, gold, brown

They will go out

In a blaze

Soon vines

Bared

Hibernating

Do they dream

Of the glorious nectar

They have given us?

Or is their reverie

Focused on tomorrow’s

Fruits?

I taste new wine

Woodsmoke

Rising from chimneys

On a slope

A restored

Bergerie rests

Above the vines

At its apex

Le sanglier (stuffed)

Rêves  of

Autumn fruits

Reminding us

Of their presence

Not that the

Chasseurs could forget

Fattened on the vine

Revenge extracted

At the crack of the gun

Parceled off to the tables

Of each hunter who took part in

La chasse

Man and nature

Co-existence

A fragile line

We each dare

Cross

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Bisous,

Léa