The storm left at the end of the day
As the sun was setting
Behind retreating clouds
And beyond the mountain.
Winter sun shines elsewhere
The air was soggy and still
The cedar wept his scattered seeds
The bougainvillea her barrenness
But the rosemary was defiant.
The full moon rose quietly
Brushed and kissed the parasol pine
Then wrapped in a blue stray cloud
She lit the wet flagstones.
In silence she witnessed wishes
My wet eyes whispered
To Sirius and Betelgeuse
As a star vanished in the dark
unbuttoned or undone 
Comme tu crées les images vivantes, frappantes, émouvantes.
Mais qu’est-ce que tu souhaites?
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Un peu plus de soleil après les grands silences froids.
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Lovely! Out of interest, have you ever listened to any Dead Can Dance? Your writing reminds me very much of their lyrics.
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Nope. Never heard of them. I guess it is time to go and investigate huh?
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When the urge grabs you…
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Will do. Smile
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I love every word of this
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Thank you mon ami. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Yes, so true – the rosemary is often defiant!
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It takes a beating and keeps on blooming. Smile
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Your words are eloquent and filled with rich emotions. The elements of nature, yes. I do love the pure artistry of your poems! Have a happy day today (your today, lol)! xx
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Thank you Penny. Your kind words are much appreciated.
I hope your sunrise will be as lovely as mine was. Hugs.
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You’re most welcome Emmy. My sunrise was indeed gorgeous this morning. xx
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Could you be my poetry teacher?
Is it the rain or the setting sun that you like the most?
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Nothing to it Mak, just feel it and go with a rythm. Smile. I don’t have a favourite although sunrises captivate me.
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