I fear
The spring
May fall silent.
An atomic summer
Lies it
Knocking at the door.
Acid rains
seem to be
Lashing the doors.
I can foresee
The spring coming late
And departing early.
Climate change is
My fear
Ruffled by atomic summer and acid rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A clever and thoughtful piece. Loved the rhythms within the poem. A message so true.