It is enough that the world
Takes me for its own
Gathers me in dark woods
By rock creeks
Where no water runs,
Swirls me with leaves
Behind houses in cold November
Or for my daily bread
Feeds me sunlight on clouds-
It's wonderfully write. I love also short poem, but when i started to write sometime I cant stop :) . another favorite of me. thanks, Mary
Craig, I love this so much. It's strenght and beauty made me cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent. enjoy reading your work. thanks