Bring me the sweet blowing breeze of November.
The sweet scent of the late blossoms…
and the peace of the forest clearing.
Let me have again the smell of pine,
the sound of rain on the roof,
the taste of kisses and the brush of soft skin.
Bring me the wisps of the clouds in the summer,
the smell of the moist earth,
the touch of grass on my feet.
Let the wind blow from the north,
the birdsong sound from their old nests,
the sound of their wings beating south.
I embrace the earth as if to kiss it.
I embrace it’s peace, it’s allamande of sounds,
the polyphony of smells and flavors.
bring me the cold of December,
the chills of January,
and let me rest in beautiful solitude,
in wonderful lonliness,
until I’m forgotten again.