ON A LATE MAY EVENING

A sunny evening, a warm evening

in a landscape newly clothed in green.

Green and gold, and shadows short

under the high, high Sun.

Along the long, long road to walk

in this warm, warm evening

yellow suns of flowers

stand short like shadows safe from hands.

No one to pick them up

and place in a glass of water

to die rootless and far from the soil

from which they grow bright.

Green and gold, and hue of orange,

the Sun in the trees nests.

Warm along the ending road

the little yellow stars burn.

29.05.2019