Occhi della Madonna

20/4/22

Geese

Kept on galloping
Across the vast skies
Explaining in a wink
The fairytales
Of flying reindeers

Touching

Wondering Emma
Completely absorbed in a sight of weightless seagulls
Sailing
Adagio
Through a breathtaking sunset

And one delicate leaf
Hanging up there
In the middle of nowhere
Waiting
Uncertain

For a kiss

That of a snowflake

-…and these? What do you call them?
 Nonna Rosella smiled with that soft smile of hers, pointing first to the flowers, then to her own eyes.
-Occhi della Madonna… occhi della Madonna