T20: PAYSAGE 3-2011
To my lady dear and pure
whose memory lies deep in my heart,
transparencies and uncertainties entwined
just like the full moon on a July evening.

The moment we shared strolling
along an autumnal path inspired me
these inarticulate notes
as stammering as these summer memories
fading leaves swirling down one by one,
escorting our steps.