Juda’s tree is a girl (1st)

 

JB, 2023

 

My wisteria weeps flowers of joy.
Juda’s tree is like exploding girl,
bright pink, filling up all with brown bees
and with brisk buzzing that gives me peace

Blue periwinkles awaken; the grass
swells the meadow with modest white flowers
that are like pearls well hidden by seas
that are like happy smiles of young women

So it’s spring and all lives burst now forth
soon erasing the pauses of winter.
I feel life and it flows in my blood
and it fills both my heart and my mind

You are Easter, Passover, You’re Easter
now, You: You’re the Lord who now comes
Give faith and give hope and give all fullness
To my aging and dried poor skin

 

April, 16th 2023

See also a sort of continuation here

Italian version

Juda’s tree is a girl (2nd)

 

JB, 2023

 

Flowers last only a bit, yet now leaves
bloom fast pledging to us colours. New.

Give me life You who marvel
Alone I am a disaster: I wither

April, 25th 2023

I share this so poor stuff today because tomorrow I’ll be on holiday

 

 

Italian version

Long-tailed Tit

I got this photo here.

Four Long-tailed Tits come here to rest
only a little on my Judas tree.
They are gentle and tiny, also fun
and like children are happy to live

Each Long-tailed Tit I see on my
Judas tree did survive to the cold
of the winter and now seeks for food.
They already feel spring on the air

As a Long-tailed Tit I wait for
better times hoping I could see them
after this winter where I now live.
I feel cold into my sad poor soul

Like a Long-tailed Tit I’m so frail
into my deep substance. I feel old.
I saw winters and springs many times
yet I’m waiting again for One. God.

February, 10th 2022

Windows of spring

JB, 2021: one of those Great tits around my house

 

As a window of spring, some Great tits
came again near my home and now chirp
whilst my time runs to solstice, when dark
wins each day against light, more and more

As a window of spring your green eyes
came again near my face and my lips
met your mouth, in the dark, before that
sleep won against my mind and my hands

We need windows of spring in the life
where we run toward dark, pain and death.
Green grass, trees, Tits and you are refrains
in the song of my life made by God

 

My home, November, 13rd 2021

 

There’s a rose

That rose, by me

 

 

There’s a rose, a new rose in my garden
she just bloomed, she’s pretty
almost like a small sun, like a drop
of its warm yellow light. She’s a rose

Today I saw a rose in my garden
she’s a rose with a flower, no more
as a lonely explosion of grace
without excess of crowds. She’s a rose

So I planted a rose in my garden.
May gave her light and warmth
and the colour of a shining dawn.
I don’t bring up her, she does live. The rose

 

June, 5th 2021

 

Italian version

I’m relaxing

That evening, by me

 

I’m relaxing
After silly bad things, after evil and sins
after days of strong work

In the evening
after shining of sun, after wet heat and dun
pale skies like an artwork

I’m relaxing
For so long and so far I awaited for spring
now she paints all with green

Now it’s evening
A soft breeze slowly strokes honeysuckles
bumblebees seem to chuckle

And my mind smiles, in peace, about files
no more scary

Like a faery
in the evening, when air smells of green clary
I’m relaxing

 

 

May, 29th 2021

 

 

It’s here spring

They, here, today, a few minutes ago

 

It’s here spring again, It’s here spring now
all my garden declares clearly that
with wild wide-awake flowers and bright
new green grass and a blackbird that skips

Also a plum tree had waked up early
and now sprouts it’s so many white buds.
Violets are a lot and they melt
themselves into fragrance in the breeze

It’s here spring again, it is now spring
wide awake flowers, farmed or wild
in my garden declare clearly that
and they’re violets, primroses,
                                                  hyacinths

Lent is running fast toward your Easter
it’s another strange one, without laughs,
among silenced roads, sirens, and
infinite vanity of the whole

It’s now spring again, anyway life
breaks as well nature stasis and mine.
Like a tulip I wait for a burst
of red petals: it’s your Easter, come!

 

 

March, 13th 2021

I breathe peace

JB, 2020

 

I breathe peace in this sunset
among ivies, periwinkles and shadows.
I’m my smoke and I melt in the air …
who knows where evening’s breeze will take me

Instinct wind often overwhelmed my
heart and limbs and skin and reason too
toward far, dark and stranger landscapes.
I need order; in the evening
                                            it comes

 

April, 5th 2020

 

 

Italian version

Like a shadow

 

Like a shadow I slip into nights
where I find dreams and nightmares and cats
lovely and wild, independent and black,
cute sweet girls making love and romance

I’m my shadow when slip into nights
without sense except feeling me good
without sobs, troubles and true life’s thoughts
yet I’m human, so my soul finds me

I’m not shadow, I wish sun and spring
no dream is better than my real life
when my Love hugs me thus God is here
and I pray “My Lord, please, save me now!“

 

April, 19th 2020

See also this one, maybe the same, maybe not

The Hedge

Judy in a dreaming wood spring, sl, today

 

Beyond hedge is a garden and further
things I already know and don’t know.
World is changing out there, far away
and we’re caged, a long way from Time

That hedge forces my view here but I
know a lot about shadows of woods,
about hidden things, like two-leaf squill
and wind flowers, pure white just now there

Beyond hedge which is edge to my place
there’s a garden and farther some woods
that I don’t see yet I see and know
how they are when awake from their sleep

A hedge is border to all my world
but there is further gardens and woods
and beyond, towards east and its dawn
where sun rises there is Easter light

 

April, 4th 2020

Italian version