Something lost

                the August of the 2024

The sun's just risen, lazy stroking dozing meadow.
The August's brought the heat from some unknown far lands.
Dark shadows on hot earth caricature odd creatures,
which go ahead a herdsman, hardly moving legs.

High grass has smell of the too sweet narcotic honey:
the weightless bedstraw's* radiating it for miles.
Light-blue frail chicory and yellow meadow clover
gives the bright colors to the fading aging rug.

The old calm man is going with the well-groomed goats.
The silence's crashing from the hoofs tap-dancing beats.
And dust is rising, veiling bleating beasts in gauzy
transparent cloth. The sultry morning's sunk  in mist.

The man's checked shirt is looming over the big cloud,
gently accompanying to the bright clover paints.
And everything looks somehow different in this hour,
reminding of Mediterranean landscapes.

                by Thea Ariss
                24.06.2026
* bedstraw - подмаренник


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