In disguise

The debonair days-
The fruits and flowers
Colored like the mud models
Grow beyond all of a sudden.
The claws lie raging red-
The eyes shrunk to a dark point.

By the water on the stone,
We will set the wild berries
And Lucy will watch from below-
Great sadness surrounds
Those times-
Grape skin stiffened as the walnut shells.
Abandoned peeling of lemon
Now in an infinite loop of time-
Like the sound from a rusted gramophone needle
Escaping with the light from an abandoned room.