Дмитрий Алёхин – 400 Poems (страница 12)

The road stops here, the path is done,

No more to walk, no more to run.

A field of green is all I see,

A place to rest, a place to be.

I sit upon the final stone,

And feel the world, and feel alone.

But alone is not so bad, you know,

It gives the heart a space to grow.

The Fireflies

The summer night is warm and dark,

I see a flash, a tiny spark.

A firefly glows, then goes away,

To light the dark in its own way.

I catch one in my open palm,

A gentle light, a tiny calm.

It blinks at me, I let it go,

A borrowed star, a lovely show.

The Stack of Books

The books are stacked up to the sky,

A tower that I can't get by.

I add one more, it starts to lean,

A leaning tower of words and scenes.

One day I'll read them all, I swear,

I'll take the time, I'll take the care.

But for today, they stand so tall,

A promise made, a future call.

The Train Window

I press my face against the glass,

The world outside begins to pass.

A field, a cow, a barn, a tree,

A life that does not notice me.

I am a stranger passing through,

A passenger with nothing to do.

But in that passing, I can find,

A peace that settles in my mind.

The Dandelion

A yellow flower in the grass,

That children pick and let it pass.

Then it turns white, a puffball round,

The softest thing upon the ground.

I blow the seeds into the air,

They float away without a care.

A wish is made, a hope is thrown,

A dandelion stands alone.

The Scent of Rain

Before the rain, I smell the earth,

A smell of dust and coming birth.

The air is thick, the sky is low,

A secret that the weather knows.

Then drops begin, they hit the ground,

A fresh new smell, a lovely sound.

The world is washed, the world is clean,

The scent of rain is fresh and green.

The Porch Light

The porch light stays on all night long,

A little guard, a little song.

It tells the dark: do not come near,

The ones inside are safe in here.

When I come home so late, so tired,

That little light is all I desired.

It shines for me, it shines for you,

A simple thing, but always true.

The Barber's Chair

I sit upon the barber's chair,

He asks me how I want my hair.