The fifth season

Sami Mulaj

THE FIFTH SEASON

In the stumps of the yard,

The broken edges of axes have left,

Like a guestbook,

Endless signatures and lines,

Marks.

The heavy doors of the towers

Cast a breeze,

Like sherbet for brides

When they step over the threshold

For the first time.

In the guest room,

Like a whirlpool,

Magic draws you in.

Everywhere the air embraces,

The springs kiss hands,

Trees open eyes of joy,

Birds scatter clouds and darkness,

Avalanches rest,

Paths widen into trails,

Slopes lend a hand,

Peaks bow before the guest.

The four seasons

Change like dancers in a beautiful dance,

But hospitality is a season

That never changes.

  • Author: Sami Mulaj (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2025 19:09
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  • sorenbarrett

    A nicely painted picture of the scene, well detailed and imaged

    • Sami Mulaj

      As always, I greatly appreciate your careful reading and consider it a help in my efforts in verse! Thank you.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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