Like fearsome charcoal masks
Branching across the sky
Immobile and impassive
Extending wide and high
Ever silent despite the wind
While swirling fogs enclose
Standing lifeless, listless as if
Their very spirits froze
Petrified matriarchs of the forest
With barbed hope for what tomorrow brings
Hold dreams of lush, green softness
A vision of the awaited spring
(1988)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent imagery. I can see the picture you painted very clearly. Kindest regards, Sandra