In mid-September
I sit on my deck
warmed by the sun,
immersed in sounds:
the clicks of katydids, in waves
a chipper songbird to my left
the bass of a lawnmower in the distance
a breeze among the leaves, whispering
I am reading
about the American theocracy
but the voices that surround me
baptize me in sounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So tender and beautiful, soothing to the soul...I love it.....