Cool Summer Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the first day of the cool summer,
here and there with rain sprinkled,
I am greeting with joy and sadness,
but full of new hopes.
because I am counting quietly, on the time
as small dreams it is fulfilling.
and oh well, this intruder, uninvited guest
is taking the youth up,
when slowly, exactly,
faithful always of it idea,
it is drawing,
it is digging,
it is strengthening
tracks of the greatest emotions.
spraying hair gleaming silver,
as the, quite crazy painter,
is selecting all his paints,
somewhere on the vital promotion,
for us exclusively appropriate

so I am pleased... I still live,
although the time is slowly ending...