it is there
that the earth bent down
to collect everything
that time has abandoned
left behind...
And the wind endless
which wears down the dunes
of such gray beaches...
and the crows of winter
have now settled,
it is there where it vanishes< br/>the horizon.
it is there
that the last of the seeds
has left no fruit
and the earth has now forgotten
that many years ago
in a fragrant wind
the herons spread out
their colored wings...
and the winter crows
have now landed,
it is there where
the horizon vanishes.