As I descend the bended stairs
I’m blinded by a shaft
of ruddy blaze
which stains the foyer walls.
Tinged with saffron edges,
the flush flowers
seem to pulsate
with radiance.
Through the leaded portal
I regard the sky
awash with purple, pink and gold.
The river reflecting it’s brilliance,
this curtain call of light’s parade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem