“I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A gray crown of clouds
surround the sky.
Spring is far away
in these cold March days.
The meadow in front of me
used to be
the colored palette of solitary painter
but now only a few shy primroses
try to emerge from the dark clods.
The war wind has erased
the joy of springtime.
Give Peace a chance …
the song echoes in the distance.
And at last the wonderful rebirth
of a new world
makes its way
a world that no longer knows
hatred among men…
