Nature and Evocation

Contemplating the sky and clouds

Through a myriad of branches,

Like hair tousled by a soft breeze,

Allows joyful dreams to take shape.

Tousled Hair

Health and wealth were dancing gaily together

Like lovers, inseparable forever.

Seasons were rhythmed by the songs of sparrows.

Cupido was loosing perfumed arrows.

Dreams were so close that the hand could almost

touch them. Life seemed to be at its utmost.

All was nice: ideas for a bright future,

Nothing against the idyllic adventure.

But wicked Juno is never asleep.

With her poisoned arrows with loss or flu,

She delights in triumph when humans weep.

In a fury, Cape Horn winds broke the forecastle.

Escape is vain. No way, but fall into

the chasm, cold, bitter, and deep, deep, deep.

Fury

The harbinger of Apollo

Always flies at the right moment

To whisper to keep faith

In the coming bright days.

He knows the impetuous god

Whose wrath does not last

And whose warm generosity

Always wins to bless

The destiny of tender hearts.

Mindfulness

Poetry