52 Golden Pieces
The roll of drums comes loud and clear,
The roll of drums sounds awfully near.
But it persists,
Clenching the fists
Of the fighters more than ready.
The roll of drums never misses,
Surges after all the kisses
The combatants,
Wives and infants
Exchange before the assembly.
The roll of drums, strong and steady
Spread its lugubrious melody
And in the fog
Even the hogs
Put a halt to their gluttony…
When nature finally unravels her beauty
For so long kept unsung, for so long kept in sheaves,
When the sun seems to be so daring and haughty
And every living thing regains the will to live,
When the flowers again open up lovingly
To offer all the birds sample so hard to choose,
From fragrance, shapes and shades presented randomly,
Bewildered eyes to see and troubled souls to soothe,
That’s when I think of you, for from my horizon,
The spirit in the air brings me the scent of you.
The month of May begets the best of the season
And sets a lovely stage for love to spring anew…