FALSE SPRING
Fat hyacinth bulbs,
Roused by a warm winter sun,
Shiver in the night.
PATIENCE
The old orange cat
Stares through the cold, dark window,
Pale eyes holding hers.
CONCERTO
The sweet violins
Pierce her cool and armored heart,
Singing wild and free.
HARVEST MOON
The pale, swollen moon,
Released from its daytime bonds,
Haunts the cold, clear night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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