In a wood that's lush and deep and green I sat,
Looking at a path that leads from left to right.
A single lonely figure that was I, and here the fog
Was moist and warm and white.
Beneath her dress the hem was cold the ice
Around her bush.
The leaves were gone and none were green or even
Brown that could be by us seen.
It once was grassy green the water flowed but stilled.
Both day and night and mornings mist,
The evenings equaled stayed until the moon
Rose high and full.
Two paths lay here in the past, a book that's
Read by all.
A path leads from left to right and looking at this path we feel life's greenness. Green leaves have turned into brown but still we feel that these will turn once again into green. Moon is looking like rose. An excellent imagery is drawn in this poem. Thank you very much for sharing this with us...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps i could warm her bush? ? ? did anybody else ever think that dear Kumarmani doesn't really understand some of what he says in his comments? ? ! this poem sounds pretty poetic! bri :)