Raining drops of inactivity

The fire is fed with ideas and pushes
By exploring the unknown land
Of a white sheet of paper.
But today I stop.
The rain stops me at the window.
Tears on the glass limit my action.
I will breath and consider,
Let my mind surf and dive
Navigate and sit still
Enjoying these days of inactivity.

Dry presence

The sun is high today

And its energy continuous and red.

It dried the leaves around me and the petals i had forgotten

In this brave winter.

I am just a flower on the side of this path

Made of gravel and grass.