in morning light
as flowers begin
to open bud raised
heads to morning light
on far bank the naked lady
leaves the cold kiss
early morning river waters
puts on a simple white dress
to clothe new birth day
no smile alights upon her face
in soft morning light
her long black hair falls
limp unadorned strangely no jewelry shines
in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem