Lessinia at sunset
Lessinia 20251024
A soft hush settles over the Lessinia plateau
as the day leans gently into dusk.
Golden light spills across the rolling hills,
brushing the trees with fire—
amber, rust, and fading green
blending like a quiet hymn to autumn.
The land drifts downward in slow, tender waves
toward Lake Garda and the vast Po Valley,
where the horizon dissolves into a haze of silver.
Distant mountains rest like sleeping silhouettes,
their contours softened by the last warmth of the sun.
In this hour of calm surrender,
every meadow, every farmhouse, every shadow
seems to breathe in unison—
a world suspended between light and night,
held together by the fading glow
of a sun reluctant to leave.
Lessinia at sunset
Lessinia 20251024
A soft hush settles over the Lessinia plateau
as the day leans gently into dusk.
Golden light spills across the rolling hills,
brushing the trees with fire—
amber, rust, and fading green
blending like a quiet hymn to autumn.
The land drifts downward in slow, tender waves
toward Lake Garda and the vast Po Valley,
where the horizon dissolves into a haze of silver.
Distant mountains rest like sleeping silhouettes,
their contours softened by the last warmth of the sun.
In this hour of calm surrender,
every meadow, every farmhouse, every shadow
seems to breathe in unison—
a world suspended between light and night,
held together by the fading glow
of a sun reluctant to leave.