THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER...
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
The beginning of summer... The early morning... Wind gusts...
To morning blanching,
Our garden is like in a haze -
One can′t see in him trees branches.
Only a weak sun ray at dawn new day′s
calls to us.
Twinkling in moonlight′s -
A flock ducks are flying in the sky above us. -
They must be in a hurry to get home,
before the storm.
My heart skipped a beat - may be this my youth
Lost her way, coming back to me very slowly?
Or my memory bowl been
Overflowed with a green′s
of new life among mossy roots?..-
I think only,
that, seems, to sky is be given know it...
January 2020