Un ballon

                                                                     Une nuée d'enfants

                                                                     Tout s'anime

                                                          Les mahonias ont refleuri

                                                          les magnolias aussi

                                                          le printemps est là

                                                                Matin de mars

                                                                les oiseaux picorent la rosée

                                                                le soleil avale la brume, d'un coup.

                                                     Les branches surlignées de blanc

                                                     des pattes étoilées dans la neige

                                                     étonnant silence.

                                                  

                                                   Ombre chinoise 

                                                   sur le mur de la chambre

                                                   les branches dansent

                                                                      

                                                              Corps fatigué

                                                              allongé sur le canapé

                                                              un livre de poésie

                                                    Arbres décharnés

                                                    Lumière grise et feuilles clouées au sol

                                                    Voici décembre