Soft sounding bells
herald the end of Winter
a departure
from the icy cold
into a arrival
of crocuses, daffodils,
blossom and singing birds
with daylight
that slowly but surely
extend itself
every single day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it. i'd use an arrival and extends itself. ;) i am too second-language-challenged to attempt any kind of useful/understandable poem in another language. i admire { i really mean: 'envy'} those who can write in more than one language. to MyPoemList. bri ;)