The Autumn On the Threshold
frantic talent
among willow shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades
lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering
a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full of waterlilies
waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern
slowly the dawn caressing the forehead
under the feather sole
bridges lines
can be seen
far away beings coming nearer through
their hearts accord strikes
contrasts
deepening disappearing
in a continuous back and forth
a wind shaking the white chrysanthemums
the cottages hats appearing from the fog
though it is hot
autumn stitch
shaking the nut trees
the fisherman’s wife is alone
all over baked apples steam
unhealed wounds
weeps towards the murky sky
at the poor’s gate
there is an icons painter
getting a bowl of food
with the love colours
the trees and sky are painted
my friend
I give you a tear
of its light
( translated by Margareta Mioc)
Copyright © Anisoara Iordache | Year Posted 2014
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