Waking Nature


The morning chased a taxi

As it drove on the no man’s land between night and day

The skylight with a whisper of summer

The snow melted quietly from the trees.

The wintry art of nature

Gave way to the next.

The early ones pushed their heads from under their covers

Under which they had slept many moons.

They greeted their friends

The waking trees

Who were putting on their green clothes.

It was time for celebration

Satyrs and forest maidens

Danced under the tree shadows.


 

Ring

Clouds drift through the sky

Blue as sapphires

My sister’s eyes

 

In the tree my father’s pruning

The sun shining from behind him

The camera lens smiles

What a pictoresque day!

 

Sky is the highway of clouds

White as the snow

That still hides in the creases of earth

Here at home

 

A family happily outside

Waking the yard for spring

New plans await us

May the birds and their songs

The voices of children

Humming of winds

Whispering of blossoming leaves ring

ring

RING

Through the air of this spring

spring

SPRING

Under the Apple Tree

Trickling over the bark near breath

Lambency of the chafe sun

Gently moving its silken fingers

Over a resting face

 

Shadowy branches

Rest lightly above me

Cool and calm

Like a spring breeze

 

Rough and uneven

As the world is

Wood under me

Supporting my weight

 

Fragrance of lupines and lilacs

Air full of green and colourful smells

I could lay here forever

With the birds singing in my ears

 

I hear the apple tree leaves

Whispering to each other

As the wind plays through them

Like mother earth combing her hair

 

I hear the voices of the birds

Speaking of nesting and resting

Bustling of bees in the flowers

Apple blossoms flirting with their buzzing wings

 

All is perfect and calm

On this ample summer day

Perfect as a button

Topped with a book and the sea

This Is Where I Grew

Yellow walls
And green hangings
Blue bed spread
Oak dwellings
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be

My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold

I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone

Under the Apple Tree

Trickling over the bark near breath
Lambency of the chafe sun
Gently moving its silken fingers
Over a resting face

Shadowy branches
Rest lightly above me
Cool and calm
Like a spring breeze

Rough and uneven
As the world is
Wood under me
Supporting my weight

Fragrance of lupins and lilacs
Air full of green and colourful smells
I could lay here forever
With the birds singing in my ears

I hear the apple tree leaves
Whispering to each other
As the wind plays through them
Like mother earth combing her hair

I hear the voices of the birds
Speaking of nesting and resting
Bustling of bees in the flowers
Apple blossoms flirting with their buzzing wings

All is perfect and calm
On this ample summer day
Perfect as a button
Topped with a book and the sea

Ring

Clouds drift through the sky
Blue as sapphires
My sister’s eyes

In the tree my father’s pruning
The sun shining from behind him
The camera lens smiles
What a pictoresque day!

Sky is the highway of clouds
White as the snow
That still hides in the creases of earth
Here at home

A family happily outside
Waking the yard for spring
New plans await us
May the birds and their songs
The voices of children
Humming of winds
Whispering of blossomming leaves
ring
ring
RING
Through the air of this
spring
spring
SPRING