Forests #2, or: the mist that hangs in the valley

The sky is full of black clouds
and the wind is blowing

you tell yourself that it's going to rain

between rocks
in the middle of a stand of trees
or on the slopes
of a hill or mountain
water has emerged from the ground
clear, fresh, murmuring...

La Vallée close - Jean-Claude Rousseau, 1995, super 8

1 comment:

Ryland Walker Knight said...

Ahh, the material world; the grain of it all! Lovely.