I ask

I ask the spring sun

to wrap its hands around

my body

radiate

warm me up,

while I ponder over

autumn harvest,

vineyards drenched

with olden songs

in my mother’s land

and I –

I won’t be there

——

I plead with many

to accept apology

for failing to bring back

a thousand gifts

like I promised

in my green years –

decades ago

——

I ask all the people

I loved and lost,

my heavenly guardians

whose features is

harder to remember,

to show mercy

upon my soul

for childish white lies

——

And I ask

divine light

to shine –

keep me alive

Let me sit in

the earthly garden

a little longer

——

Now when every season

of life

weighs down

on my bone-weary

frame

(C)Dinka Bednjacic

26. 09. 2019