Rainfall in thin silver slivers
crystal drops cling to rails
sun a radiant shaft through clouds
gleaming strings stream down
thunder rolls in deep-throated delight
rumbling contentment, satisfied
Rain plays percussion on roof iron, grass
glows in phosphorescent green
sunrays form dragonfly wings in my eyes
as I gaze into a rich, baritone thunder
a symphony in silver
A mint imperial sun winking
playing crystal drops twinkling
on blades of grass, raindrops in chords
on roof counterpoint to thunder’s
comforting booms, sunbeams glistening in
silver clouds, background of softest blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have a lot going on in this, MA; i fear it's too embellished [with adjectives, for starters]. You usually paint such an exquisite and vivid picture. Here though, it was almost like i was drowning. meh.......best care, sjgxx