Today (poetic thought by George-B)
The weather was rigid today,
remnant of monastic life perpetrated
in hollowed spaces in chalk stone,
now smoked by the candles consumed by flames for:
– A dead leaf, I avoided stepping on,
– A fallen pine branch, soon forests of evergreen are to be cut,
and sold, and bought, and decorated,
– A spider web, water repelling but sticky to skins, spread wide ,
like a Beverly Hills all important mansion – people moving in-moving out, perpetually.
It’s sunny now, half the day through…
It’s sunny now, at my place now!