{"id":18436,"date":"2024-01-21T07:40:45","date_gmt":"2024-01-21T06:40:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=18436"},"modified":"2024-01-21T07:40:45","modified_gmt":"2024-01-21T06:40:45","slug":"cristal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=18436","title":{"rendered":"Cristal!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Pour l’Herbier de po\u00e9sie, ICI<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, Adamante, ICI<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, nous propose d’\u00e9crire sur cette photo de Laurence B, prise au Canada.<\/p>\n

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Il fait -6\u00b0 ce matin. L’ambiance du jardin est fig\u00e9e, grelottante. Cette vision me ram\u00e8ne\u00a0 \u00e0 mes ann\u00e9es de vie dans un village pyr\u00e9n\u00e9en.<\/p>\n

Que de magnifiques cong\u00e8res sculpt\u00e9es par la fureur du vent nocturne!\u00a0 Au c\u0153ur des combes profondes le silence semblait sanctifi\u00e9. Arbres et v\u00e9g\u00e9taux \u00e9taient saisis dans les filets glac\u00e9s du Cers. Un spectacle fabuleux me fascinant chaque hiver.<\/p>\n

Mon esprit vagabonde encore un peu sur l’image lointaine du manteau verglac\u00e9 de la montagne.<\/p>\n

Puis, le soleil franchit la brume hi\u00e9male. Le jardin \u00e9tincelle sous ses rayons opalins ourl\u00e9s de rose tendre. Autour de moi, mille et un diamants\u00a0 s’animent aux branches, aux herbes. Parmi les\u00a0 ombres bleues de la haie, le myst\u00e8re de la nuit s’attarde paresseusement.<\/p>\n

Le froid me tire des larmes, me pince les doigts. Qu’importe! Gain\u00e9 de cristal \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re, mon petit univers mue en une indicible po\u00e9sie nordique.<\/p>\n

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Gel\u00e9e matinale-<\/p>\n

Le plastron du rouge-gorge<\/p>\n

Son feu bienfaisant<\/p>\n

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MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n

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Pour l’Herbier de po\u00e9sie, ICI, Adamante, ICI, nous propose d’\u00e9crire sur cette photo de Laurence B, prise au Canada.   Il fait -6\u00b0 ce matin. L’ambiance du jardin est fig\u00e9e, grelottante. Cette vision me ram\u00e8ne\u00a0 \u00e0 mes ann\u00e9es de vie dans un village pyr\u00e9n\u00e9en. Que de magnifiques cong\u00e8res sculpt\u00e9es par la fureur du vent nocturne!\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[900],"tags":[12,85,37,314],"class_list":["post-18436","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lherbier-de-poesie","tag-blanc","tag-haibun","tag-haikus","tag-hiver"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18436","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18436"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18436\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18453,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18436\/revisions\/18453"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18436"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18436"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}