The afternoon wind is blowing
Cottony clouds are floating
The midday meal is over
Eyelids are drooping
The sun is taking a nap
Behind the curtain of clouds
The pigeons have gone quiet
But the cuckoo is singing aloud
The squirrel is chirping too
In tune with the cuckoo
Are they friends or foes?
Only the squirrel and cuckoo know
The morning hustle and bustle
Has slowly fizzled out
The sound of wheels and horns
Have quietly died down
The workers digging the road
To lay pipes and cables
Having had their meals
Are playing a game with pebbles
The day has quieted down
Time is moving slow
In course the evening will come
The sun will take a bow
I like the feel of this one, Ruta. The way it moves brings me into the feeling of the poem. This reminds me of my poem, Semi-Retired in Early Spring. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Busy workers! ! With the muse of summer. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.