from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Murmur of birds.
I part the blinds to look—
not yet, not yet…
*
Between night and day
and a "between" of my life
blue light seeps through blinds.
*
From my window—
dawn's pale light.
What will emerge?
*
In gray light
before day's heat—
rain beads on rose leaf.
*
Sounds of crickets
then birds then traffic…
One Dawn.
Sounds of crickets then birds then traffic… One Dawn. very great imagination and fine description of the dawn and your aspirations. thank you dear Glen.. God bless you always. tony
thanks, tony. dawn is a special time for me—as is sunset. a photography teacher of my wife's said, if you give me a choice of good subject matter or good light, i'll take good light. the light at those two times of day help us cherish this earth we live on. -glen
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I would like to translate this poem
...so vividly express of what is tranquility, a spring board of what it meant real Peace in the midst of chaos.
hi, antonio! good to meet you here at poemhunter. and thank you for reading and commenting on these poems. wishing you the best, glen