A poem from Aníbal C. Pires, translated by Diniz Borges

drawing by João Pires

gardens of time

I arrive with the light
of spring
and rosemary in bloom

I return in the summer
to the sea
of my contentment

in the fall
strolling through afternoons
colored with nostalgia

I gaze at the bare trees
memories in the fallen leaves
I snuggle up in winter books

Ponta Delgada, December 4, 2024

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