from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
In sleepy coolness
of this sheltered spot
a robin and some doves
who share a line
fluff themselves
and preen
as sun's first rays come in
to minister to them.
indira, i just saw this comment while responding to the one now immediately above it. sorry i didn't respond before, but thank you for reading and commenting. and, since i don't think i've had a comment from you before, glad to meet you here at ph. again, thank you, and be well. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a robin and some doves who share a line fluff themselves and preen this is lovely.. nature, birds, loving seeking shelter.... fine observation dear Glen. thank u. tony
thank you, tony! experiencing this i was reminded of how harem women are secluded and ministered to by servants of the sultan. hoping you're well, glen