SUMMER'S DEAD

Summer's dead, the eyes say.

I am the eyes of the lake, of nature

Who you sometimes almost see:

The soul, not the frozen bodies

Of mountains, hills, which move slow in time.

Paolo Driussi

 THAT BRICK ROOF

I used to see the stars in awe and wonder.

I was laying on the roof, with a large blanket spread out.

Maybe I was with my friends, or with you or maybe just myself.

I was feeling so small,

just a young boy on that brick roof

making his way through life for the first time ever.

Paolo Driussi.

AUTUMN

Autumn wears her coloured cloak

In this bed of brittle leaves of cinnabar, ochre And driftsand umber.

Swallows fly away

Shadowing the groundin the fading light.

Paolo Driussi

FIREFLIES WILL FLY

When autumn comes

In my constellation

Just as a tree that has endured summer

Fireflies will shine

Like the Milky Way.

Paolo Driussi