Willow

Line by line
Form in form
Shadow in shadow

Brightness in brightness 

In your shade,
Mirror in mirror

Leaves are not the same
Shapes are not the same

Wind is joking;
Sun is laughing 

Scattering flies,
passing clouds,
ground blotted.
Silence of spring's afternoon. 

From among my fingers,
sun was orange; 
Staring at it,
things are yellow, whites are blue. 

I’m green as you are in sun; 

A whispered smile passed your lips. 


At spring’s afternoon,
blowing hair met eyelash ends. 

22.04.2013