Yellow straw


Photo by JB, 2018

 

Yellow straw tells me old story
about seasons and work, about fruits
Now it dries at the sun, useless, dead
tired gold poured down on the fields
 

You cut straws for me once, in my prime,
inside mature wheat stem, in the summer,
you told me about butterflies, bees
leading so my young life to its bloom
 

Now I am in the evening of days,
as sail broken by slaps of bad wind.
I know that you are alive and you are better
yet I wish here your strength, your strong hand

July, 4th 2018

 

Italian version

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3 comments on “Yellow straw

  1. […] Versione inglese […]

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  2. marinaraccanelli says:

    rileggendo dopo la versione italiana, apprezzo molto questo paesaggio dell’anima e condivido queste emozioni

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