Martins Tomisin writes

STEAL A GLANCE AT THE SKY

Look!

Hey, look up

see the sun sitting still on the cloudy sky

flaring on the days of worry

and slitting through the sky;

eyeballing on the earth

with a beautiful smile

and then gyring on the placid sky

Look!

Hey, look up,

the sun is still sitting still on the sky

as the cloudburst withdrew

like a bat that must flinch

from the morning-rosette.

Look,

all you who draw hot tears

from its sad face

all you who draw sword

against your neighbour

all you who feed fat on bloody wars.

Look at the gyring sun;

sunny, while rain drizzled the earth

and unmoved by the cloudburst:

It glisters all day in serenity

and brings harvest to men.

  

Autumn -- Olga Rodionova