The icy exhalations of a sudden Alberta clipper,
the temperate gasps of zephyrs in late July,
The inspiration and expiration
of Nature’s persona, a heave to defy
or a sigh of resignation:
Everything breathes;
everything hinges on the moment
almost imperceptable
between the taking in and the letting out,
and the letting go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem