Sunlight seeps into the garden.
Soon it will be pushing
through winter
bursting into life.
Gone will be the comfort
of these days
snuggled on the sofa
spent in the company
of poems and birds.
There is no need
to clamour for change:
with the seasons
life itself brings
new beginnings and ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem