Summer morning and evening
Piano, flute and carrot salad.
Crickets and a white-blue butterfly.
Winding -up cicadas
Turning on the Summer breeze.
Pale, ethereal celery stalks
and plump, the blushing plums
Dancing in the boiling pan.
A twitching dog´s ear,
His look of understanding, clear.
A phone call, wished for:
A visit, a meeting of souls, real.
A full moon or not, no matter.
Candles, maybe, but definitely:
Winding- up of musical cicadas,
Piano, flute and carrot salad,
Celery soup, plum tart
And a dog at their feet
Twitching his ear naturally
In the full, Summer eve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very positive and soul warming write, Claudia....I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem of yours...a huge 10! You would also visit my My Culinary Life thank you... Cheryl
Thanks so much! I will