We Need the Dreaded Autumn
Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds
Our inner plains revolt in signs of the zodiac
The longing creaks in white petals
Northern winds plan spreading of harvest
We need the dreaded autumn...
Foals still wash their manes in dreams
The echo of romance spreads withered leaves
Last night I dreamed storms in daffodils
Nature’s nightmare tumble tumult
Bucks thrust hunger in wolves
Snow stormy hour entangles in hair
Frost bites the sweetness in hives
Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds
Our inner plains do not believe in dreams
The echo of romance spreads withered leaves
Last night it felt like snowstorms in daffodils.
(written in my teenage years, translated now)
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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