Pursued by the glow of the sun
from the encompassing mountains
as sloppy streams
on the over-flooded glades.
With the brilliant grin nature meets
Blue sky is shimmering!
Unadorned woods become plainly green.
Honey bee goes for tributes
of field from the confinement of wax.
Wetness leaves the valley.
Herds are boisterous
also, the nightingale sings
already in the confused night.
Translator and Photographer Igor Sufyan-Marinovsky
Photo: "Twig of Buckthorn"