So many words hanging in the
air like tinsel in the sky
glistening as does
the fresh first snow
of December
always these thoughts
to remember how
we danced by the lake
at dawn
the sleeping birds
that flew at midnight
now chasing each other
in my tummy
as if in memory
of the twinkle lights
that winked as the
apple breeze waltzed
gentle and content
through the poplars
through our heart
though our
soul
7th March 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem