Samaire Armstrongfakes

This red

Some say it is difficult to find this poem in the old posts, so I put it back here (it has just appeared in Cairn )

This red

Why hurry

picking cherries

to remove them?

This red

is a kingdom

This red

united and silent

This red flower lost

which is vibrated

white

accomplished Flower and flower offered

flower disappeared barely open

it is finite

And now this red

chirped

All that brass shine

before the concert!

These hummingbirds are scattered

in a clearing

all these lanterns

on for my birthday

these bobbles, confetti these

flew over my head!

This red

through the foliage

plunges into my glass and go splashing

This red

multiplies

juggling balls, troubadours

a small red drum

beating the

This red

we want to seize

and emptied as soon as it touches

flowing, crashing and bursting

leaving hands and mouth

crimson

This red

shining

radiates softly

even in the rain

This red midnight

who watches

lurking in the black leaves

This red

matching your ears

This red

bouncing long

in my sleep

This old red

This new red

This velvet, the violin, this honey red

Slightly heavier than honey blonde

This day is enough

if one sits

in the red

Why the rush?

The slow red

This swinging red

This red touched by the sun

This red blessed

for sparrows

This red stole

by magpies

This huge red

for ants

And so small

for swallows

This red short

between sheets

This makes him jealous red

squirrels

This red hot

This red

want off

impatience

Red bees

it stirs

Twigs light up in the air

and electrify

Sparks redheads

Drunkenness

Heat bush

Vermilion

when cherries

are all loving

Red credit

Wealth red

Sloth moving

Summer

blog Catherine Leblanc