from 'While Passing Through'/Spring
Brisk March morning air—
woodpecker's echoing sound—
like tent pegs driven
in preparation
for spring's colorful show.
I love it! ! This is just perfect, Glen. So imaginative. I can't wait to see the show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spring's colourful show! That's so beautifully articulated. One can imagine the visual of a bright colourful circus of Nature! Very well done, Glen!
thank you, geeta. though i don't use the word, circus- as in a circus of color and nature's action all around- was in my mind. blessings! -glen