Morning whispers

Motionless
Cows
Floating 
In a translational movement
Against
The grey background
Of the sky

Broken windows

Abandoned hours

The dance
Of the green
Distorted
Cabbages

The flatness
And the fresh humid smell
Of the underbrush

Crows 
Flying low
In haunting spots

Your voice
In the murmur
Of the waterfalls

The strength
Drawn
From a thousand
Awakenings

(Cascades de Gimel - Avril 2015)