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Dark work

The dark has come

Yet the day is not over.

The list of still long

And the appealing tasks

Are queuing for my attention.

I trust my watch

And keep on trying

While my brain wears its pyjama.

Nesting

I restrict my fence

And move them closer to my belly

Creating a nest I can only fit in.

Hay and dry flowers around me

Cover this atmosphere of mistrust

And, for a while,

The greyness gets a shade of nature.

Forgotten apples

The last apples
Lie forgotten on the trees
In a field that has already received
its praises.
Red and sweet
They will see the winter and the snow
Of this year of transition

Gorge cold

Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.

Plastic curse

My fingers get shorter
And have lost the greed
To conquer and collect
Useless desired objects.
Plastic creates beauty
All around me,
While poisoning my natural family.

Horizon mark

A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
It marks a new season is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.

Owl determination

The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.

Sun shower

Linear and powerful rays
That hit me and energize me,
Fall like rain today!
I will not reject you
With dark umbrellas over my head
My store your input
inside my shy skin.

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