Mornings early light soft of eye
the mist not dry upon
your cheek.
Invitation graciously accepted
invite for early tea.
Streamers foggy chilly seat at
rest my head
would be.
Tender thoughtful is the word
of all that I
hold dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and let the rest of the world go by....