Through The Road. Poem by Sara Iglesias

Through the road, I walked

Watching the lights of dawn,

with a crispness in the air

that only spring unfolds.



Bouncing flowers and robust trees,

that the breeze touched

A canvas of wonder,  

a spectacular delight

for the butterflies and bees,

in the symphony of sight.



The worries of the mind, away go

Night wanderings and the uneasiness of days

vanish at the sight of waves

whose hypnotic melody makes joy remain.



An elegy of petals, honey and leaves

will trouble soften

and doubt stain

on its monument of grace.



Like the painter thrilled by its muse,

and the sculptor dazzled by forms

I meekly flare in disbelief

on the grandness of storms.



In Demeter and Gaea´s land

do thunder and rainbow clash

The rotten tree and the agonising beast

wrap seeds and feed clans

waiting for a blossoming flower

waiting for a child´s cry

as winter´s gloom foresees spring light.