I agree it's always awesome
I love the spirit of the spring
the falling tumbling cherry blossom
the whirling - spinning - wind.
Crystal sunlight beneath the beech trees
in long-cool avenues of neon-blue
head-turning jade evergreens
with crowning budding heads anew.
I love the spirit of all this renewal
how from a frozen palette
all things weave together instinctual
and then the soil cracks—turn arid.
As the wild red poppies flourish
with chaliced cups of future promise
and the steeple-salvias purplish,
in borders, create commas of calmness.
I love each changing-contrast
the Fall puts our-own hearts at rest
autumn trees marshalling like a ginger tomcat
as northern birds migrate southwest.
I agree it's always-awesome
I love the spirit of the spring
the mineral's in their caverns solemn,
they're-given life once again to sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem