sharp frost
the quick jolts
of the beggar
—Françoise Maurice
street light
the distant echo
of
a birthday party
Françoise Maurice
every so often
through the clouds
the
Moon
Françoise Maurice
east wind
each leaf waits
its
turn
Françoise Maurice
*
sidewalk
as
surprised as I was
the crow
Françoise Maurice
a gentle breeze frolics with the leaves ending
summer Françoise Maurice
*
I breathe the fragrance of
dry grass Françoise Maurice |
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