The world in my garden is peopled
in many hues
a riot of colors from brown
to crystal dew.
These people hide behind their masks
or turn in modesty
some look towards the Sun
and bask in majesty
Others are the moon-lit hour
brief their frangrance may be
enfolded in a coat of many colors
the gift that let's us be.
Attended by these loving hands, Who
sowed the seeds that free
from the frost which stole in darkness
the bell rings liberty.
'enfolded in a coat of many colors the gift that let's us be.' Just as the colors of your poem enfold a gift that lets us be..... I like this very much, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice words Lorraine, beautifully written. Best wishes, Andrew