I move the chair,
And a black form,
Flashes past me,
I've disturbed the cat.
Sitting and looking at the garden,
I see a job well done,
We've pruned the plants,
Clipped the hedges,
Swept the leaves,
All ship shape,
And a mellow yellow light
Pervades all.
She, beside me,
Stares out vacantly,
While delicately creaming
Her hands.
Mother nature has tucked in,
It will renew itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the cycle of life, both intimate and real. good poem!