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White flakes fly, fly, Light like down, In every shape, every size, They turn, flit and glide. Light snow, June’s mock Snow: Catkin wool of the willow… A soft deluge on the lane, On the roof of slate, On the […]

The sun is boiling hot. The earth is ready to burn up. For hours and hours, bent over Arduous work, I’m ready to faint. The thumping of my heart roars in my ears, Dazzled, ringing, swimming. I must stop or […]

I have seen a yellow butterfly Flying in the deep path, Turning and dancing And she’s joyful, and she’s vibrant. The primroses quivered And said to one another: —Well look at her zigzagging! Is she drunk? Or is she frolicking? […]

With the soft zephyr of June The willow tree sways Its pussywillows falling Flutter in the light wind. White chunks are let loose From their downy crests And floating, the flakes Dancing lightly in the Sky Are as strange as […]

Thirteen linden trees stand thick together One against the other on the dry bank Their heads held straight in the blue heaven At the time when I was young They were already grown Thirteen lindens in a cluster A bouquet […]

Wild blue-necked ducks Shy mudhens with russet crowns Quietly feeding on the edge of the brook Who skitter off at the slightest sound Among the reeds near the sluice-gate The mudhens race to hide away The wild duck dives into […]

On the soft carpet of the forest To go on velvet footsteps To sit at your feet In the dappled sunlight, in silence Far from the sounds of humans To listen to the rustling of your leaves… And to caress […]

When the broom is at its peak Friends came… Surprised at so much gold They gathered bouquets Filled up their carts Said to the heath “See you again Next year!” ……………………………… The broom remembered: sensitive hearts —Here we are in […]

A gray sky — low Ashes; running into the black trees A gray sky descending low To wrap the earth in its soft coat That extends the calm above the warren …mysterious. A bat Circles silently— Peaceful night! And then, […]

Who nourished you? Tell me… When you were cold and starving! Who nourished you? Tell me… With white breadcrumbs and buckwheat! Now, bird, you steal from me My raspberries, my grapes… Who nourished you? Tell me In the winter when […]