The Serenity Of My City Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

By Anna Polibina-Polansky *** The serenity of my city is unique and healing. Valleys and lanes of cypresses and pyramidal elm-trees are at guard of stillness. I walk mossy, ivy quarters, steps of lifty ladders lead me up to the bay. Panoramas of ancient districts end up at rows of rosy and yellow grapes of dense, heavy, sweet tar. I face the haze of mourn and the sea breeze... I walk along chalky walls and brucky aquedukes. I evaluate the intensive forth of the amolifying wind. I embrace the embankment with my unweighty pace. I am skinny this summery season, slim like a fluffy black feather of a local swan. I feed trouts at the nearby fountain that pretends to be a stony mermaid. I estimate theses yards of chestnut and acacia, of magnolias and tropical birches. I am found here after the most crucial resurrection, at the age of my marriage and further church wedding. I am under the vastest dome of the largest temple over the entire coast. I am back to my recent remembeances, cozy and welcoming and nodding.2022.