The shortest day arrived
to spend its solstice silver
in a flash of light and bustle
as the Christian Mass loomed near;
now, just two days later
the eastern sky already
shows the signs of sunrise
with sailor’s warning streaks
woven through the blue
to make a tapestry of light
returning to the world;
quick sacrifice was made
to close down winter,
return the land
to warmer, softer hands
so my green world
stays green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece penned with chosen poetic assets...10+ from me