Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
'Spring At The Morning'
'Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree,
though white of bloom as it had been before,
And proudly waitful of fecundity -
One little loveliness can be no more..'
(A dream lies dead - Dorothy Parker)
The first lights of dawn start to appear
While the dark starts to be dissiminated.
From the trees - the first dead leaves
Start to fall, swept by the breeze
strong but soft.
The first songs of the birds
Mingle with the sweet noise of the leaves.
Doves walk around, feed themselves
with pieces of food spreaded on the ground.
A lonely old man, with a pale look
Calmly walks with his dog.
It's earlier at the morning
A lovely morning in the spring.
Lindemberg Pereira da Silva's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem ('Spring At The Morning' by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva )
- This world is messy, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Barriers within, Namita Sawant
- Ma mate kahuchhi, gajanan mishra
- The New Watch, Terence Murphy
- My mother is telling me, gajanan mishra
- The Search, david kush
- Belissima, Patricia Spears Jones
- Ghosts, Patricia Spears Jones
- Let me proceed forward, gajanan mishra
- Beloved of God, Patricia Spears Jones
Poem of the Day
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
- Heather Burns
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(10 November 1759 – 9 May 1805)
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)
(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631)