il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”                  –  Buddha

 

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.                       –  George Carlin

 

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”      –       Anton Chekhov

 

il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

a man in the moon?

or so they

tell us in

rhyme and

verse

*

so be it

i shall

go to him

in the dark

a pilgrimage

*

finding solace

in each of his forms

devotedly he returns

watching over me

in slumber

*

dreaming peacefully,

breath comes soft and easy

in benediction

he showers me

with stars

*

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

***

Bisous,

Léa

Le berre de rivière (The River Berre)

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”

–      Vincent Van Gogh

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”

– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.”

–  Joseph Conrad

Le berre de rivière  (The River Berre)

Tables and chairs

Against an ancient

Stonewall

Across from le

Café

If you are lucky

A seat can be yours

So many tourists

Pageant of color

Paints the sky

As the sun disappears

West

Below

La berre

Dried up

Fish to dust

Few remaining puddles

Disappear rapidly

To be return with

November rains

Un verre de vin rouge

For now

A book

As I wait until

Stars

Take center

Stage

A show that takes

My breath away

Bisous,

Léa