le beau printemps

for me poetry is a bird
do you hear it singing the bird of poetry
lace foam bird watercolor of wind
from the murmur of the water
of a passing petal
of a sunbeam accompanies its song
it perfumes the space by following the current
of the murmur of the water of a petal which passes
listen to the song of the bird of poetry
in trills of sweetness in the fire of the sunset
when the sky reaches a burning horizon
listen to it sing the bird of poetry,