Brione, 12.07.2025
Ticino, a dream
of violets, pinks and reds
and the emerald youth of spring
still fresh.
Though its ground, a maze
of ancient huts and houses:
stone-cut echoes
from lives of old
above, there lies
seeping through
the heavy mesh of leaves
an eternal, changing sky;
and now and then, a petal falls
like long held teardrops - passing time.
