Bless each palo verde bloom -
Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
That thus have raptured my love.
See how they speckle the tree
With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
By the wind that blows nigh -
Leading me not to consider
The force behind or why
But to admire how they arc
In reverence to the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem