Running North, South, East and West
familiar summer fetes have suffered loss
as foaming, tossing floods
break over man-made and country things.
In thundering chaos
the summer calm betrayed
a tranquility of season
full of weather goblins going wild,
like the great oceans of the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A soothing write! Loved it.