DANIELA MARIAN

 

 

 

Seasons

 

So fascinating, so dizzying,

In me they meet and scatter

The seasons and colors in which they bathe,

like little children, giggling with joy,

They lie down on the ground, kiss him

The crystalline springs in the mountains

Are polish the stones for years and years,

The stars come down stealthily, in the nights

just as the muses are mirrored

In the picture of an unseen world,

as through the meshes of spider tissues.

Spring invigorates me, by awakening

Summer warms me under the sun's rays.

 

Autumn makes me romantic

with the dance of the leaves,

enchanting how the wind blows them,

wandering the among twigs,

Winter sends me snowflakes, a unique lace

unusually white and thin,

like of grains of tears, happiness,

elongates to the to the depths, fantastic,

where is elongated shape

to another world of galaxy,

In the cold I wrap myself.

 

In the longing for childhood,

I was skiing in the hills, laughing

until the meeting of other winters,

until beyond the worlds, in an invisible place,

So magical, and so secular, unheard of

in the multicolored opal of spinning

galaxies around other galaxies...

 

DANIELA MARIAN