Spring Impressions Poem by Gianpiero Actis

Spring impressions
(The magic of lost time)

"Nostalgia … the longing for yet another strange land,
grew especially strong in spring."
Vladimir Nabokov, Mary


I entered a shady path.
On the edge primroses and violets
whispered memories
of times gone by.
The lights and shadows chased each other
- almost a kids' game.

In the distance a glimpse of the lake
reflected restless clouds
while on the surface silver fishes
seemed to draw
circles expanding
in gentle breaths …

And suddenly
the magic of lost time
was here again.

Gianpiero Actis, Italy