THE LONG COLD SLEEP
Quiet peace, first snow,
Begin in the darkness,
End in the silence.
In a world of one color,
The wind’s chilling whisper.
The sky is grey and the air cold,
Remembering the sunny days,
Sadness come through a steamy window.
No sound no land,
Just snow falling slowly.
Autumn softly dancing leaf,
Falling down the trees like kites,
Dancing a colorful ballet.
Orange yellow brown the season shades,
Painting the upcoming change,
A silent sight of death chill my hearth.
Cold air swirl my hair summer is gone,
Black crows screaming at smmer’s funeral,
Red leaf like fire inflames ground and sky.
Wind blowing away summer’s foly,
My memories are flying with the breeze.
THE AWAKENING OF THE SUMMER
Staring at the blu Sky,
Searching for the first sunshine,
Smell of salty water.
White sand hot under my feet,
Waves are whispering my name,
Tide is growing lazy.
Footprints on the beach show the way,
Breathing deeply the taste of the ocean,
The sun is shining bright on my face.
Sunrise after sunrise,
That’s the awakening of the summer.
THE DAWN OF SPRING
Cool awakenig after
the ice of the dark winter:
the return of life.
When the sun’s shining
I’m happy, also if
it is start raining.
I have just woken.
Outside is all so lovely.
Bright. Colored. Nothing else.
Soon life will explode in a palette of colors,
all will be refilled with the vitality of a rebirth.
THE DUSK OF SUMMER
You are having a
great time, but the day is short,
and the summer too.
Smell of salt and sea,
white sand: hot under my feet,
a gleaming, pink shell.
The dry leaves whisper,
telling stories to themselves,
in a gust of winds…
Clear skies is silent, bright stars on it,
the moon is watching down on you.
THE DAWN OF WINTER
Autumn colors gone,
Violet clouds on me
Snowstorms is arriving…
One color’s world,
I saw the sight of my breath.
In a cold dark night
Snowflakes are dancing slowing,
A white snow blanket is covering the world.
Moon and stars light the pale sky:
Frosted raindrops seems pearls and diamonds.
THE DUSK OF AUTUMN
A whispering breeze,
Colorful leaves are falling on us:
A chill dances on the winds
Rainbows of colors appears,
Silence, in a pale rainy day
I woke in the colorful park.
None is travelling in this way
Foggy streets in the autumn evening,
No birds are flying and singing.
Leaves are rustling, winds are blowing
The air becomes nicely cold: winter will come.