A crystal cataract,
A clear cascade,
Runs through shadows
The trees have made.
A speckled trout,
Upstream swims...
In rainbow colors
And pseudonyms.
A bolt of lightning
Strikes a worm.
The shock is frightening.
The grip is firm.
Another autumn
Ends its term
...Winter is confirmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A speckled trout/Upstream swims….In rainbow colors And pseudonyms. Lovely way to register the time of seasons. So visual and colorful. A bolt of lightning striking a worm! I love it- I feel that worm has become that trout.