Shades of yellow, shades of brown
The morning light filters through the air
The early stillness bears no sound
A silhouette, black on the golden morn’
The sparkle of dew on a starry lawn
In this rainbow a new day is born
This moment is a bit of magic revealed
The treasure of the dawning day
The golden light shines, now unveiled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much beauty in nature and so much beauty in the nature of your poems.Love Duncan