buds burst like heartbeats
summer tramples spring flowers
colours too soon burnt
spring
Poems tell the truth
Poems tell the truth
Like cherry blossom falling
On cold Spring mornings
My summer is ending
My summer is ending
and the red leaves shiver
before the fall.
My summer is ending
I see your spring arrive
fresh green from white.
My summer is ending
Your faces are sun-shot
sparkling futures.
And the sun and the warmth
of near cloudless sky
my summer is ending.
The darkness hides
The darkness hides the miles; they’re gone.
A whispered word
and a wish tied together fly –
tomorrow spring birds will sing.
Postcard from Edinburgh, March
Soon the sleeping elephant will shake the snow from its head
Soon the sun breaks through
Soon Spring
Soon
Snow
Turn
I feel the autumn breeze
on my heart.
It slows me.
But your spring
is budding
is beckoning to shine.
The world turns.
Lives turn.
Your turn.
Seasons here and where
World turns.
Evening autumn breezes cut through heat.
World turns.
Spring sharpness pierces winter lethargy.
World turns.
Spring morning
I dive in the raging ice river
stand dripping, defenceless in the sharp mountain air
but nothing can cool
the pumping heat of longing
simonsalento 