Last Day at La Muse, Labastide Esparbairenque, July 2019

Le Montagne Noire, Languedoc July 2019


Stone walls march 

up the mountain side

beside cliffs of the same 

granite. Stone chipped 

and stacked by hands long gone.

Walking the gravel road 

I can almost see them, those farmers

hands calloused and bleeding, 

carrying tons of rock 

to surround their fields.

Here in the mountains,

under the deep dome of sky, 

time drips slow honey.

Chartreuse lichen and succulents 

with flowers blue and yellow

cling to surfaces, not caring 

if nature or human-made.

Bees rise up buzzing, 

hours hang sweet in the air,

apricots waiting to be picked.