As the sun clears the horizon
In the Nice historic district,
Alternate techniques are employed
To greet the new day.
Metaphors
France
View from Eze
The steps are steep
And the climb long
Under the Mediterranean sun.
His clothing clings,
His legs ache,
His eyes sting.
Yet at the summit,
His weariness dissolves,
Diluted with scenic wonder.
Outside the Picasso Museum
Scanning the courtyard below
For companions especially late,
The pair await with growing displeasure.
Temptation
Blue door in wall ajar
Snares meandering mind ‑‑
Forbidden portal beckons
An Ending Out of Sight
This charming street is descending now
With gravity quickening our step.
Ahead, I see our route curve north,
And while I cannot be certain,
I sense we approach the edge of town.
Still, if true, there’s little to be done
But to slow our pace, hold hands firmly,
And see our pleasant stroll to its end.
Again a New Day
The sun as well rises
On the narrowest of streets –
Promise ever anew.
Tunnel’s End
First bright sightings of the shops
On Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Most entice sojourners
When occurring within
The tunnel’s enclosing twilight.
Morning Affairs
The sun has risen above the roof lines of Arles.
The woman turns onto Rue du Cloître.
She cradles the portfolio in the crook of her arm.
The abbot awaits beyond the arched gate at the Théâtre Antique.
Pilgrimage to Notre Dame de la Major
Having lost their way as they wandered the winding streets of Arles during the early morning, they regained their bearings when the buildings ahead on Rue Portagnel brightened, as if freshly painted by the rising sun.
Place de la Fontaine le Matin
Une vieille clé ouvre une vieille porte ;
Des nouveaux jeans sont en promotion à l’intérieur –
Un nouveau jour s’est levé sur une vieille place.
An old key opens an old door;
New jeans are on sale inside –
A new day begins in an old square.
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