Club Poetico

                                                                           Camminando sull'umida terra
                                                                            adornata a festa,

                                                                             nella penombra del bosco,
                                                                             contemplo:

                                                                             le foglie,
                                                                              coccolate dal sole,
                                                                              mostrano fiere
                                                                             le vesti sfolgoranti

                                                                              e sembrano mani
                                                                             che cullate dal vento,

                                                                             dondolano "unite"
                                                                             nell'aria autunnale.

                                                                              Stupita,m'appare improvviso,
                                                                              un piccolo cuore variopinto.

                                                                              E' il cuore del Mondo
                                                                              stampato nell'immensita'.

                                                                              E mentre gli arbusti
                                                                               intrecciano storie fatate di cavalieri,

                                                                              mi adagio sul manto festoso.

                                                                               La quiete del bosco,
                                                                              sublime dimora
                                                                               dell'anima mia,

                                                                               risveglia i ricordi.

                                                                               Fluttuano leggiadri i pensieri..

                                                                                ed una piccola foglia dorata
                                                                               accarezza la mia memoria.