SUMMER

… I have waited for you through the August nights,

when the moon sets the vineyards of the sky ablaze

and the celestial grapes sparkle and dance;

when Aeolus bathes the season in fragrances

and the paths are intoxicated with blackberries and thyme;

… I have waited for you by the light of the red apples,

when the fig trees overflow with sugars and nectars
that cracked figs ooze with delight;

… I waited for you desperately until the end,

when August swelled with brilliance and udders

and in its veins held the most sublime honeycomb:

this intoxication, throbbing and complete, with its divine hours.

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Antonio Justel
https://antoniojustel.com
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