Ramures



Dressées,


Lancées.


Hurlantes,


Frémissantes,


Murmurantes.



Au caprices des vents.



Verticales, obliques,


de leurs mouvements


nait le rythme.



                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                        

                                         

                                        

                                       

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Ramures I




les obliques

de leurs nervures

griffent le sol

implorent l’espace


tordre le vent

entrelacer l’espérance à l’oubli


esquif des ramures

buissons de givre

      ouverts entre les branches nues

comme mâts égarés dans la houle





Simone Molina, Mars-Avril 2017