The sun disc rises
on nodding Bethlehem stars
reaching from the grave
My favourite haiku of yours, Lorraine...A breath of eternity over the Earth..Thanks for sharing. A.
Stars still linger..... So does a positive feel..... hope of resurrection!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sun is tired Grave continues to be dugged up and up For the fight in yards to shine the stars mine all mine are stars until the twinkle retired Some call me Philistine, some crystalline And another Israel, others accused assign Nice piece of yours