The last full moon of summer
is ruling the skies tonight.
The crunching of gravel under my feet,
humming cicadas high in the trees;
moon-cast shadows fall on the gravel
where the dreams of summer begin to unravel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your great ability to transfer the effect and beauty of the natural world, into poetic images and words is quite alive in this lovely moonlit poem.