The winter’s still
In full bloom,
And I’m turned
Into a tiny thing,
So that I’m not seen…
It so nice
To sit on the
Grief-colored stone,
And, like a gossip,
To watch the passers-by…
'Grief -coloured stone' - this line captures the grey, emptiness of winter, whilst the narrator is happy to be enveloped by its full bloom - content to just be...the stark imagery resounds. justine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not seen but captivated by your audience thankyou for sharing Chris x