Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Rebeca Thomas

Luberon Ètude


Wild thyme, wild thyme

Always looking for some

Wild thyme


Searching for growth

In the street cracks

On this dusky road

In Bonnieux 


Provence presents

The calls of peacocks

And tree frog songs

As the moon rises 


Wild thyme, wild thyme

Always looking for some

Wild thyme


In silver light

My fingertips are kissed

By starry saxifrage

Thriving betwixt cool limestone


Almost home now

The crunch of cedar twigs

Beneath my feet

I see the porch light glow


Wild thyme, wild thyme

In the south of France

I finally found

My wild thyme 


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