Half moon in May
has stopped on my balcony.
She told me
of the heat of summer
that stifled her,
of the autumn rains
that wetted her,
of the cold of winter
that benumbed her
and of the sun of spring
that gave her a flower
and she told me
that the dryness
(of summer)
makes (the autumn)
weep tears
and freezes the heart
(of winter)
until the hope of the sun
gives birth to a rose
(in spring) .
14.8.'13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she told me that the dryness (of summer) makes (the autumn) weep tears and freezes the heart and the hope of the sun. wonderful images. you have a great poetic mind. tony