Blowing from the West

Roads

Blowing from the West

1

Blowing from the west,

a fierce avalanche seems

the sound of the wind.

The rain is coming to an end.

May, traveler,

it goes away by the river.

2

Ethereal, the dragonfly,

perching on the grass,

sip the last drops of rain.

The red carnations

despair

Drunk with water,

the tree twists.

3

Rainy night. In the morning,

the world seems to be

just painted.

4

Cry the moon, together,

all your tears.

Puddles, roads, mud and,

nevertheless..., beauty!

What does this all mean?

5

Suddenly, a strong storm

wants to devastate the whole village.

Deep in the river

the fish take refuge.

I close the gate,

waiting for the water

go back to your path.

6

Delicious,

the plate full

of steaming yellow rice,

sitting, next to the path

covered with blue bells!

7

A flock

of blue butterflies,

among the white lilies,

it will be a sweet memory

of love of spring.

8

...And after the walk,

rest in the shade of the ash trees,

in the garden of clovers.

nature poetry
Luis Ignacio Marín
Luis Ignacio Marín
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