His poetry went on and on
What in God's name is he saying?
No doubt it is profound
Under a scrutinizing microscope
But I don't have the time
Springs' awakening is upon us
The budding maple stirs
The night is in full chorus
The southern breeze arrives
The geese return in waves
The spirit is at the ready
The green queen smiles wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful read Edmund makes me want to pack my bags and head south and be immersed in all that freshness and newness of life, to inhale the green earth and feel that soft southern breeze. Thank you for the reminder it is still snowing in my neck of the woods. This poem makes my spirit sing.
Still snowing in your neck of the woods! Oh my God you are a Canadian! ..just kidding. Here in Michigan for consecutive seasons the winters have been mild. Yet March and April always tease and pretend to promise only warm days and then the defiant shifting winds bring the coats back out of the closet.