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Spring
Beaches and oaks;
Thick roots sticking out of the earth;
The worms of the May bug on the leaves of the beech
You can see a moving caravan of red ants in two rows there too;
A half-destroyed blackened nest and mistletoe;
A waterfall between enormous grey boulders; a small deep pool;
At the edge of the water three fish, clinging to each other, basking in the sun;
On the top of the rock an old whitish-yellow grass-snake; toads on the boulder;
Young trees along the river; thick ones on the slopes of the ravine;
A blackened eye of an immense hollow in the bare-branched oak;
Field mushrooms hidden among dead leaves;
Yellow-beaked blackbirds, male and female, fussing around;
A wag-tail at the edge of the water, on slippery stones;
A quiet cool breeze.
Summer
Tall green grass along a small brook;
A greenish brown lizard quiet on a big stone;
A poppy sprinkled with black dots on the sides, glowing red;
Yellow and blue tiny flowers scattered in the meadow;
Two big flame-coloured butterflies chasing each other;
A snail with its head out of its shell, with its horn up;
Jumping and flying grass-hoppers, creaking in different voices;
Big, shiny flies, dragon-floes, wasps, bees;
And the smell, mixed with everything, intoxicating smell.
Maczarashvili Merabi is a Republic of Georgia freelance writer. He now lives in Poland.
His address is: Os. Piastowskie 23/1, 61-148 Poznan, Poland. TEL: 011-48-61-877-47-18
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