Дмитрий Алёхин – 400 Poems (страница 13)

"A little off," I always say,

And then I watch it fall away.

He cuts and snips with steady hand,

A man who knows what I demand.

I leave the shop with lighter head,

And lighter heart inside instead.

The Autumn Leaf

A leaf falls down from up above,

A golden brown, a sign of love.

It twists and turns before it lands,

Upon the ground, upon my hands.

I hold it for a little while,

A fragile thing, a perfect smile.

The autumn knows when to let go,

And I am trying, just so you know.

The Gift

A box is wrapped with ribbon red,

A little bow upon its head.

I do not know what is inside,

But I am curious, I cannot hide.

I shake it gently, hear a sound,

A tiny thing that rolls around.

The gift is not the thing within,

It is the thought that did begin.

The Finish Line

I ran so far, I ran so fast,

I thought the race would never last.

But here I am, at last, the end,

A finish line, a final bend.

I stop, I breathe, I look behind,

The road I left, the road I find.

No medal hangs upon my chest,

But I did run, and I did best.

The Dusty Window

The window glass is grey with dust,

A layer that I never trust.

The sun comes through but not so bright,

A softer, warmer, kinder light.

I wipe a circle with my hand,

And see the world, and understand:

A little dirt can hide the view,

But cleaning makes it fresh and new.

The Door That Squeaks

The old door has a funny sound,

A squeak that echoes all around.

It cries each time I push it through,

A little song, a small debut.

I could fix it, yes I could,

With oil and time, it would be good.

But I would miss the sound it makes,

A little voice when morning breaks.

The Stitch in My Sweater

A thread has come loose from my sleeve,

A tiny thing that I should weave.

I pull it gently, watch it grow,

A line of yarn that wants to go.

I tuck it back, I tie a knot,

A little fix, a simple thought:

That things come loose, but that is fine,

I hold together, stitch by line.

The Elevator Ride

The doors slide shut, the box goes up,

A silver room, a metal cup.

I watch the numbers change and glow,

One, two, three, up we go.