WEDNESDAY EVENING

The sun peeks through limbs of foliage, Casting a rippling glow on the lake. The shimmering reflection is distorted By the babbling of the frolicking water With a wink, a star blows a tender kiss On this Wednesday evening of December. Paolo Driussi

 

I can't express my feelings

I am sad for no reason

Or maybe because summer's gone

And it is becoming colder every day and it is raining

Yesterday, I wrote a letter to you saying that 

I'm sorry I can't express my feelings

Because I am scared or better

I am ashamed that I feel so insecure

I attempted to explain 

But I don't know how to say it

I love you so much and

I can't tell you.

Paolo Driussi

 NOVEMBER

Yesterday you polished up the skies,

Drawing the cloud curtain off the sun's face,

Letting him to scatter his rays all over

And beams painted gold spots on fallen leaves.

I hope there's a passable mountain trail

To climb winter months to come, then sink

Into spring flowers on their other side.

Paolo Driussi.

 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