l’ombre se penche
sur les dernières roses
de novembre,
le vent secoue
les murs du jardin
de toutes leurs
pierres
ce sera l’hiver peu avant
un soir inondé
d’une lumière
bleue
sans fissure
---
there is no hurry,
the shadow leans over
the last November
roses,
the wind shakes
all the stones in
the garden walls
it will be winter
right before
this evening flooded
by a blue light
without fracture
the wind shakes
all the stones in
the garden walls
it will be winter
right before
this evening flooded
by a blue light
without fracture
