Unendingly Picturesque

By Pawel Markiewicz

I am through a window – looking.
An angel of feeling awakes in me.
The dreamy oak trees stand leafless.
The native auspicious cue is just as large.

My scenery - the enchanted verdure.
The moony old barn of Ted my dear nuncle.
I am at a proud throng of crows - looking.
They belong to the whiff of all times.

The springtide looks so meek-beauteous-fair,
first and foremost Morningstar - at night.
I daydream springwards window-view withal
of a dreamy Ovidian summer gale.

Homelike herbage seems to bewitch all.
My cats want to enchant the fantasy.
Dreamed subtle morn.

Paweł Markiewicz was born in Siemiatycze in Poland. He lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetry in many magazines. He writes in English and German.

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