Landscape frozen on the threshold of light
awaits the Sun breaking through the clouds' gray,
solitary drops keep falling from the eaves
through pallid air in the long afternoon silence.
Yet the unconquerable Sun fails before the wall
of the overcast sky, and suddenly the rain starts
again; a hard, insistent shower; the wind rises
and bends the trees in their dark and pale
colours to its puppetry, briefly, and then,
it's over again, only droplets from the eaves
and the branches falling, wind becalmed
in the gray of the long April afternoon,
as the sluggish tide of wan light from the Sun fails
to give the autumnal land a spring of rebirth.
25.04.2021
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