DANIELA MARIAN

 

On The Shoulders Of The Earth

I look at the way the branches hang

from the shoulders of the trees,

And we don't understand their leaf words

They have green stone buds

And roots twisted by the history of our ancestors...

They parted at dusk, in the high mountains,

They lighted their arched and narrow paths of years,

They crossed the forest, imitating its echo.

I heard their fascinating stories from the writings.

To love the breath. To love the silence.

You are a traveler through this life.

The weight hangs on Earth's shoulders.

Everything is fleeting...

Nature is your doctor.

Be her ambassador too.

To be have a member of Greenpeace.

© Daniela Marian

An Autumn With Me

I'm taking another autumn with me, hugings

And the leaves fall on my eyelids, reveries

In the forest, the murmur lays down, frenetic

The birds have gone, flocks

The wind blows my hair, whispers

The sun is jealous, it loves.

Autumn gathered its fruits, aromatic

And the clouds gather, it rains.

I remain with nostalgia in my soul, meditation.

Autumn leaves peace, silence...

© Daniela Marian

Yellow - Rust

I was wearing the rust-yellow dress from last fall,

At sunrise in the unwritten poem

To knit it for myself, for later...

With the flowers from the meadow, from my birthday.

No consolation in moments of sadness,

It's the love of lyrics, selene,

His in a whisper, on rainy days

He writes with a sigh in the great room.

Basil hangs from icons,

And the smell of quince, from the joy of childhood.

The pumpkin is baked in the oven, aromatic

And mom doesn't rest anymore...

Maybe dad will appear out of nowhere

This winter...

Maybe never... never he come back!

Never it!

He is at peace in Heaven.

"Cherishing your parents is the book of your soul's light."

© Daniela Marian

DANIELA MARIAN