BLURB

THE WEEPING-WILLOW TREE
Silence smothers every sound,
not even whispers are around
to disturb the harmony
of the sleepy willow tree
at the rim of the small pond,
of which I am so fond
with its surface smooth as glass,
as I tip-toe through the grass
and, after arriving, strip
for my daily morning dip.
As I take my diving stance
I notice a dragonfly's dance
with her image on the pond
of which she is so fond,
in narcissistic ecstasy
for the sleeping willow tree.
Suddenly a tiny wave
and the pond becomes her grave
as from its depths pops out
the head of a rainbow trout,
which jumps high into the air.
The dragonfly now in despair
attempts a desperate pirouette
with her mirrored silhouette,
but it is much too late:
she cannot escape her fate.
At the splash's sudden sound
everything awakes around.
The excited trout performs
a victory dance with storms
of several more joyous leaps,
but the willow tree now weeps.
A DIFFERENT BREED
The moonlight dances on the ocean.
A single seabird is all I see.
I wonder where are his companions?
He must be different, just like me.
The lonely seashore makes me happy.
The crowded city makes me ill.
I sleep in the days, when all is bustling.
I walk in the nights, when all is still.

NIGHTFALL
The evening's dusk sinks slowly
over the valley's floor.
The night closes politely
the day's exuberant door.
As the night's curtain closes
and all noises slowly die,
a single bird is chosen
to sing a lullaby.
Now there is only silence,
day creatures went to sleep.
And as the night's dew settles,
the grass appears to weep.
I roam through my memory's landscape,
alone in a crystal-clear night.
The chandelier in heaven
provides a soothing light.

NEW ENGLAND FALL MORNING
The dense fog lifts its curtain,
the hidden sky turns blue,
and the green grass glitters,
kissed by the morning dew.
The mighty maple treetops
ignite in burning gold,
and here and there leaves tremble
from the early morning cold.
The silence and the beauty
so move me that I pray
and thank the Lord for granting me
another lovely day.

SNEAKY
A snake slithers through the grass
and says: "I need a brand-new ass.
My old skin has become too tight.
I will shed it and be alright".
We humans of a similar fate,
can't shed the skin.
We must lose weight!