POEM BY NAPOLEO LAPATHIOTIS
LONGING
Much do I long for rainy autumn
with its large and heavy raindrops
its withering of leaves and sadness of the dusk
that once intoxicated me.
The heat of summer burns me
with its high noon sun
and its clear diaphanous skies
while my heart craves the pure north wind
and hail to fall among dry leaves.
Then I shall stoop silently
like the sundown
sweetly to recall, who knows…
the last summer, like a far-off violin
that dives like a whisper in my heart.
Manolis 