on a bright day in spring
two old men play chess
a musician practices
a songbird gives his best
the smell of a gardenia
freshens the green air
the azaleas are blessing
a hushed love affair
a pretty young madonna
forgets all her troubles
to fashion a clover chain
as her child blows bubbles
days like this are treasure
like pictures in the mind
like a memory of Sunday
and what we leave behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have painted a lovely park picture with your words!
This is actually one of my favorite poems for many reasons. I sat in the park that day and took notes of things I saw. Later I wrote the poem. Glad you liked it.