A dacha isn't just six hundred square meters of land; it's a small world where time flows in a unique way. Here, every sprout is a hope, and every fruit a reward for patience and labor. These poems are dedicated to the joys and worries of dacha life, quiet evenings in the garden, and simple yet meaningful moments of connection with nature. They are about the scent of the earth, the rustling of leaves, and how the dacha becomes part of the soul.
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First shoot
A green sprout, breaking through the earth, Like a symbol of hope, like a tender greeting. Caressed by the sun, drenched in rain, It greets dawn and dusk like light. It is fragile and small, but within it lies the power to grow and blossom, to reach for the heavens. And your heart beats softly with joy when you begin to protect this sprout.
Summer evening
The bustle of the day quiets in the garden, and shadows fall on the earth around. The heights are filled with the scent of herbs, and the singing of invisible ones is suddenly heard. The light of a lantern in the house burns softly, and the stars twinkle in the night sky. Peace in the soul is boundless, and it seems happiness lies elsewhere. Here time slows its timid passage, and thoughts become pure and light. Far from cares, from worries, and from anger, you greet the evening in the quiet of the dacha.
Old barn
A dilapidated barn, leaning over in a field, holds the stories of many years. Here, tools found their place, and the scent of wood, herbs, and flowers. It remembers laughter, fatigue, and arguments, and the labor that brought harvest in the garden. Now it stands silent, like the old mountains, greeting the sunsets, as before, unaware. But in every board, in every cool crevice, lives an echo of times past. It is a symbol of the dacha, simple and clear, and the memory of those who toiled in its stead. And though it be ruined and decrepit in appearance, in the soul it will forever stand. As if time stands still, and it will forever guard the dacha.
Strawberry
Sparkling like a ruby in the foliage, its aroma beckons, sweet and simple. Strawberries, a gift of summer's instantaneousness, the taste of childhood, hope, and joyful growth. Pick them carefully, bend down from the bush, and feel the warmth of the sun on your lips. Within them lies the power of nature, which can be preserved, in bright memories, in happy days.
The smell of earth
The damp soil, warmed by the heat, breathes the aroma of spring and rain. Life awakens in it, tenderly nurtured, and the power of nature that always beckons. It is tart and fresh, slightly intoxicating, reminiscent of work and home. In it is the whisper of leaves, and the buzz of bees, and the scent of grass growing in the undertone. It heals sadness, pain, and anger, and bestows peace and tranquility. In it is the mystery of nature, its simplicity and pride, and the eternal continuation of life.
Greenhouse
A glass palace, sheltered from the wind, preserves warmth and the hope of growth. Here is a world of its own, a little closed off, where every sprout is a precious guest. Here, tomatoes blush sweetly, and cucumbers turn green like emeralds. Here are allspice, onions, and parsley, and everything a cucumber's soul needs. Here, time flows at its own leisurely pace, and you can forget about problems and the days. The greenhouse is cozy, calm, and tender, and the joy of the harvest is in your hands.
Neighbours
Fences don't last forever, but friendship is reliable. Dacha neighbors are like kindred spirits. Together we plant, dig, and tenderly share our experiences, like sages. They know all the secrets of the earth and plants, and can help with good advice. Together we greet the sunrises and glows, and share joy, as if with family. They are part of our dacha history, and without them we can't imagine this land. Together we build, create, and dream, and we love our dacha as our own paradise.
Rain in the garden
Summer rain taps on roofs, leaves, and glass, cool and invigorating. It waters the earth and gently soothes the plants, giving them hope for abundant growth. It washes away dust, fatigue, and grief, and bestows peace and tranquility. Everything in the garden is transformed into something new, and breathing becomes easy and the soul is free.
Harvest
The baskets are full, and my hands are tired, But the joy in my eyes can't be hidden for a moment. The harvest is in, all the labor has been worth it, And it gives me strength and a moment of vigor. Here are apples, pears, plums, and peaches, And fresh vegetables, straight from the garden. All this wealth, like little pines, Fills the house with aroma and care. And I want to treat everyone, share, And experience my joy with them. The harvest is a symbol of appreciation, And not wasting labor, care, and time. It is the fruit of patience, love, and diligence, And a reward for everything that has been experienced. The harvest is happiness, it is recognition, That the dacha is our home, and we love it.
Sunset at the dacha
The sun sets, painting the sky in crimson, pink, and gold. The day's bustle subsides in the garden, and a quiet time sets in. The shadows lengthen, darken, and the air fills with coolness. Peace fills the soul, brightening, and joy from the day gone by.
Apple compote
In an amber jar, the aroma simmers, Apple compote, a dacha dessert. It holds a bit of summer, and the sun's finery, And a taste that leaves a mark on the soul. It's sweet and tart, slightly fragrant, Reminding of childhood, of home. It holds the power of nature, and sparkling joy, And the happiness that dachas bring us.
Greenhouse
The greenhouse is warm, humid, and quiet, with tender sprouts growing. Here, life begins like a prayer, and waits for its moment, like fireflies. Here, you can forget the winter cold and believe in the arrival of long-awaited spring. In the greenhouse, there is hope, and a fragrant scent, and the joy of the first green waves.
Tomatoes
On the branches, rosy, juicy, ripe, are tomatoes, a gift bestowed by summer. They contain the warmth of the sun, and the strength of the earth, and a taste that captivates, like a fairytale heat. They are in salads, and in juices, and in pasta, and simply on their own, with salt – delicious. Tomatoes are a symbol of dacha happiness, and joy, and taste, and blessing.
Dacha path
A winding ribbon runs through the greenery, the dacha path, leading to the house. It remembers footsteps, and laughter, and is silent, and keeps the secrets of the dacha in its heart. It leads to the garden beds, to the flowers, to the trees, and to the house, where warmth and comfort await. You can wander along it without knowing any doubts, and feel happiness in your soul, like a pond.
Dandelions
Yellow suns on a green carpet, Dandelions in the field, like joyful light. They give hope and faith at dawn, And childish dreams that offer greetings. They are simple, but they contain so much beauty, And tenderness, And lightness, And warmth. Dandelions are a symbol of dacha freedom, And joy that always blossoms in the heart.
Evening dew
Evening dew sparkles on the grass like diamonds, bestowing freshness and sleep. It washes flowers like talents, and fills the world with a magical ray. It is quiet, gentle, and cool, reminding of summer, of happiness, of home. In it lies the power of nature, and an enigmatic secret, and the eternal continuation of life in a coma.