Although I know that silence is the future of
all days I still like to observe beautiful things
like this right now on the street:
orange hot sun above the painted
some day we’ll sing the song of salvation,
some day we’ll be shrouded in ashes;
I will count the time that’s left for me ‘till
this moment of the day breaks in hundredths
of a second,
and I will throw my hat in the air
to greet the arriving autumn.
But tomorrow the sky will be empty.
All the birds had flown to nowhere.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Europe. He has won several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.