golden summer in homeland

Golden late summer,

the sun kisses my face

as she wants to remind me

that the good times are not over.

The red kite is dancing in the air

while wind moves the first yellow leaves.

Harvest time. Homeland.

A hint of Italy still around me.

Blue sky, a rarity.

I want to keep this all

in my jewel box of happiness.

by Magical Whispers/Ilonka Normann, 4/9/2021