Afternoons to remember
the winter air is crystal clear;
today is no exception,
sun shineth everywhere.
I cannot see a cloud above
as I gaze at a pale plue sky
no breeze to stir the calmness
when the sandpipers flit by.
A most unusual afternoon
God's gift of gold so dear...
we see a hint of a winter moon
It's December of the year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem