LATE SUMMER POEM.. Joanna Svensson

 

 

The first day of September has awakened
So pretty and so peaceful
So lovely and so warm
So beautiful, so sunny and so sound

He walks very very slowly
Almost like gliding, hovering
Across the meadow towards me
Dressed up in the most elegant mantle
You ever saw or even could imagine

Taylored by the indian summers' wind
With large, wide pockets
Filled with fully grown seeds
Painted with Septembers' pure
And specially selected colors

Penetrated by tasty greenery
And ripe and thriving oat
Studded with coral red glowing buttons
Given by the rowan trees for free

The strayhat with its wide and gentle brim
Made of newly harvested rye
With sun flowers 'round its scull
The late summers' wind
Rumples his golden hair
Above his head butterflies fly
'Round and around in wide and lusty circles

I stand like enchanted
Watching this view
My heart beats fast
It feels so surreal
I see - I dream
I close my eyes
But deep inside
I see the same

When the first day of September
Has once again awakened
So pretty and so peaceful
So lovely and so warm
So beautiful, so sunny and so sound

Then my heart gets filled with
Unspeakable happiness
Then I want to embrace
The most uncomparably beautiful time
The time that September
Has always shown me

For always - each and every year
My month I want to embrace
And hug and endorse it
And say: Welcome!
You are mine!

©® Joanna Svensson
© Private picture Per Josefsson