Under the favourable auspices
of half-linen’s beige cotton and natural linen
the Ginkgo leaves sway and whirl.
And these leaves have been quietly put together and reconstructed ;
Ruffled prints on soft, flowing and smooth cloth.
Full of multicoloured leaves and branches which, in autumn, start
believing in the intensity of gold.
And there are also interlacing fans suspended in the air,
that seem recollections of idealized trees.
Patchworks harmonizing brown wefts and beige cloth.
Brushless paintings or written words.
Tracks and scumble, a slight sign of birds ;
Leaves and interlaces on indigo, crimson, and gilded walls ;
Or on the flowing and warm sand of a ruffled, printed, half-linen cloth.
A spread-out softness of cotton and linen.
But, isn’t the tree’s shadow lovelier than the tree itself ?