Zbigniew  Mache
Orchards in July
Zbigniew Mache


Water from cold springs
and glittering minerals
tiresly wander
Patient, unceasing
they overcome granite layers
of hungry gravel, iridescent
precints of clay.  If they abandon
themselves to go black
roots it;s the only to go
up, as high as possible
through wells hidden
under the bark of fruit trees.  Through
the green touched withgray, of leaves
fallen petals of white
flowers with rosy edges
apples heavy with sweet redness
and their bitterish seeds
O, waters from cold
springs and glitteing
minerals!  You are awaited
by a cirrus with a fluid,
sunny outline
and by an abyss of blue
which has been rinsed
in the just wind.