After a mere 4 days
Pale pink hydrangeas
Are palest coffee grey.
Peach petalled rose buds
Have now burst forth
And gently sway.
Cotoneaster
Showered her leaves
With berriesred
A single snail
has left his trail
Across the narrow human
trodden path.
A clutch of dust laden
man-made flowers,
For her lovedone
Rich red now
surrounded by
dark rained upon
freshly weeded soil.
Summer 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, the only permanent thing in life is change. You just have to get used to it and embrace it with a welcoming heart.