Green in the frozen snow,
paralyzed as in a blind panic,
as near death—
divine eyes clouding over;
prerequisites for white
to drift up and
downstream
the upcoming meltwater runoff—
pure spiritedness
to counteract thirst
in the quiescent seed of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully crafted write with compelling images.
Thank you, dear Rose Marie.