Emerald evening

A spring evening dressed in emeralds,
I lit the chestnut candles,
The delicate fragrance of blooming lilies of the valley
In the evening gardens he spread out.

Spread like a silk tablecloth,
Grasses in wide steppes,
And the dream-grass is already singing a lullaby,
Collects dew in petals.

There WILL be morning. And summer will come.
God willing, we will harvest.
The evening whispers with emerald light:
"Believe and Hope and Love."

(V. Davydova, 04/21/2024)