Дмитрий Алёхин – 400 Poems (страница 9)

The sleeping streets, the closing doors.

I sit alone but not so sad,

The night is here, the day was bad.

But night will end, the sun will show,

And I'll get up and I will go.

Peeling an Orange

I dig my thumb into the skin,

The orange smell comes bursting in.

A spray of light, a splash of sun,

A simple joy, a tiny one.

I pull the peel in one long line,

A work of art that tastes divine.

The fruit inside is bright and sweet,

A little sunshine that I eat.

The Clock Ticks

The clock upon the wall goes tick,

It moves so slow, it moves so quick.

It measures out the hours gone,

But I decide to move along.

Time passes, yes, I know it's true,

But I decide what time can do.

It can be friend, it can be foe,

I choose to let it softly go.

The Red Balloon

A red balloon against the sky,

So high above, it starts to fly.

A child lets go, it floats away,

A speck of red at end of day.

I watch it climb, I watch it fade,

A little thing that someone made.

But up it goes, so free, so light,

A tiny joy in endless height.

The Corner Shop

The corner shop is small and bright,

Its doors are open, warm with light.

A bell goes ding when I walk in,

A little sound where things begin.

The man behind the counter smiles,

And asks about my day in miles.

I buy some milk, I buy some bread,

A simple stop that clears my head.

The Handwritten Note

A piece of paper, folded twice,

A few short words, a small advice.

"Remember that you are enough,

The world is big, but you are tough."

I keep it in my pocket deep,

A little promise I can keep.

No email, no text, no screen,

Just paper words, so soft, so clean.

The Last Day of Summer

The air is cool, the leaves are turned,

The summer heat is not returned.

The children cry, the school is near,

The end of all their fun and cheer.

But I am glad for change and fall,

The golden light, the reds and all.

The summer went, but it was good,

And now I wait for autumn mood.

A Quiet Goodbye

No tears, no fuss, no long goodbyes,

Just something said behind the eyes.

A nod, a look, a gentle smile,

And then you leave me for a while.

It is not sad, it is not wrong,