Winter Suit

You are wearing autumn's blouse

in this long summer month.

An August that surprises with snow

and nights slept under lost aurora lights.

Reflections of peace in lakes that confuse us with the sea

and the mystery of a glacial wind in times of dreams.

You hear your name in the silence, the call of the sun

in a Gulf that glimpses at each fables' salmon. 

You wore your habitual suit

in your glistening splendor that only shines

for those that walk to take-off, without a coat covering

each millenary mile.