Suncatcher glowing in tinges of rainbow onto the table, next to the Bible,
glare from the window slithers along the hallway floor, in a minuet fraction all day,
fingers rub the tablecloth, the tea breathing heavy, steams,
eyes wonder distant, blended into spring and horizon.
Flushed with the season of blossom, the pet makes a gesture to the door,
light has reached the empty chair in the corner, all is perfect against the white wall,
the leaves wisp the music of heated breezes,
you touch the changes along with the Earth, and fashion your body newborn again
The warmth of the sun overwhelms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem