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Furrows split the sky.
Observe, the Earth; calm, the warm wind dances.
A distant house recalls ancient promises;
hearths of secrets and heron feathers
evoke remote words, olive trees and summer reeds,
cat looks, cool and shy calls.
A spider rolls up its feast
and the agitated magpies caw at the serpent,
while the cats wait.
Clouds, like sighs of ideas
they confuse the blue by hiding in the wind.
This is perhaps the mystery of life,
blades of grass that intertwine with dreams,
away from noisy hamster boxes
semblance of civilization.
Trees and hills draw colors,
distant thunderstorms and sudden flashes of light.
Lavender intoxicates the nostrils,
while large snails
they do not fear thorns when climbing
on night walks.
All is calm at the cricket concert,
only the moon animates the silent creatures
while the stones of the farm
they change color together with the light.

Poetry by Lucrezia Polito