A fragrance still lingers
in a soft afternoon’s landscape.
Dripping leaves
shrubs and trees
bask in a returning sun;
scrubbed of yesterday’s dust
refreshed from a long thirst.
Earth’s misty breath rises
to a crisp, clear blue sky;
where a rainbow paints itself up high
on a newly cleaned canvas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vibrant and refreshing.