Spring Of Autumn (In High Park) Poem by Phan Thanh gian
Spring Of Autumn (In High Park)
Weakened branch clung on to last season's dead leaves
Gusts of darkened wind still threaten the Northern sky
Shy glimmers of pale green - hints of hope lurk nearby
Parched yellow ground has yet to come alive
Wicked icy pond, littered with algae's cadavers
Starved squirrel jitters, hungers for warmth, freshness
Spring! Yet barren grayness stretches far and wide
Autumn has not given up its last fight...
Nicely written......... and a perfect time for this poem here (Michigan) ! Very beautiful imagery. I look forward to reading more from you. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice Imagery.Good poem.Thank you Van.