Dai pioppi, lieve,
                                                                scende la neve di primavera.
                                                               Nevica dai filari alti e slanciati,
                                                              lungo i torrenti, intorno ai prati.

                                                                         Batuffoli leggiadri,
                                                              danzano leggeri nei cieli azzurri.
                                                                Ottico cantico di celeste coro,
                                                            nel sole grande, luminoso e d’oro!

                                                                     Brezze sapienti e pure,
                                                                   Candide ricamano figure,
                                                                         Su cespugli sparsi.

                                                                 corrono; salgono, scendono;
                                                               risalgono…   gli effimeri fiocchi,
                                                                  nel tepore dolce di maggio.

                                                          S’imbiancano le onde scure d’aratro;
                                                                    di ghiaie sassose ed arse,
                                                                              aspre le cime.

                                                                 Gli uccellini decorano coi pappi
                                                                      i “nidietti della primavera”,
                                                              in attesa di avvolgere morbida prole…
                                                                      col soffice cotone dei pioppi.

Attilio Carboni