by Messan Foley
From the womb of the branches
The rebirth of foliage opens
A new page of the seasons.
The early morning light has nearly absorbed
The long and cold period of darkness.
Paths through the landscape
Seem to have recovered
From the weights of joyful explorers
And stressful wanderers.
Gardens, parks and woodlands
Are again losing their tranquility
Gradually disturbed by the new visits
Of heavy and light footprints.
From exile in the warm
To rebuild their nests
Dear old friends will soon return.
Then, for a while they will stay
And break up gently the quietness of every day.
THIS TIME OF THE YEAR
© Copyright: Лика Гай, 2012
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