It may be cold and gloomy outside today,
but it is warm and bright this old house.
A clear cool stream flows over rocks and leveling off,
and then I melted into.
Blades of grass I rolled over scenting green,
and well being, and melting into.
Dear Oak tree! I lay me down beside you,
sensing your rough beards on my face,
and into you I melted.
Black dirt that I rolled in my hands, squeezing
the dough through my toes, and I melted.
Sitting by the fireside, amber flares in glory:
a dream of a fading flame that hadn’t extinguished yet
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
November 23,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you certainly did a lot of melting today. reminiscing? an old flame? beards=spanish moss? ? thanks for sharing. interesting :)