1st Autumn Rain

            I wait,
   the dawning
   with wild autumn garlands,
   falling on my hair
   and leaves of gold
   undulating beneath my fingers
   whirlwind back the words
   within the sweet songs
   of starling birds…

   I have missed
   the chirping,
   the melody of their wings
   all through the summer
   this long, too long
   burning summer
   that consumed everything
   the best part of me
   in a bleak tormented silence…

               I wait,
   the awakening
   with another poet's hands,
   the mist comes in, the first humid air
   whilst a slice of cold
   slightly lingers
   translucid letters in the accords
   of both our tongues
   like the pearls of rain drops from starling birds.

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