giovedì 27 gennaio 2022

Poplars





I walked out to a poplar wood
And I decided I would stay
The poplars sighed and gently swayed
I rested in their shade.

Paolo Driussi

martedì 25 gennaio 2022

 Clouds





I'm looking at clouds playing as they change shape

At times it seems they come into collision.

Clouds are filled with joy and riddles

Their beauty lies within purity.


Paolo Driussi 


giovedì 20 gennaio 2022

 ALL AT SEA





When I arrived, dark blue was the color
At horizon's line,
Where water and atmosphere kiss.
Minute by minute color shifted.
And then the day's light slowly
Turned the sky to pale pink.
Darkness travelled quickly from
The east covering the sea,
Overtaking me,
While another day breathed its last.
Paolo Driussi