my winter garden

Barbara De Pirro

I sat in the garden, spattered

by the great drops of winter,

and it seemed to me impossible

that beneath all that sadness,

that crumbled solitude,
the roots were still at work

with no one to encourage them.

Pablo Neruda (absence and presence)

'erosion-erosione'

 

erosion-erosione' Barbara De Pirro

infinity.fluidity.matter

clouds are pink...land softens

'touching the blue skin of heaven'

shadows...moving across the sky

'infinity.fluidity.matter'   Barbara De Pirro