A morning sky
drew in charcoal
and framed by the window
listless in the early hour
as thoughts begin to waken
a melody playing out
the day starts with a song
the afternoon a chorus
and evening its finale
the frame of the window
holds a changing sky
where the lightest blue
washes over clouds
to welcome this new day
the opening line
good morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely sketch of the progressing day. Enjoyed it.