New toy!
(forgotten now) .
The box it came in
filled with snow
in an early evening
backyard
offers now
a different delight
to his mind
this the most wonderful
present
of all
a box
of snow
as if a sky
grown heavy
had shed
itself
to be collected
in a battered box
a box
of sky
heavy and white and cold.
* * * * * * *
ENCOUNTER
This island
of leaf
floating downstream
this…way…that
captained by
some unknown insect
who stands
steadfast
unperturbed
by the waves
swamping his little craft
as I stand in his way
unexpected…giant like
who as I reach
to rescue him
flies off
with an annoyed buzz
for a second
(real close)
we see
eye to eye
then he’s gone
lost in a vast sky
I blinded by the blue
no longer able to see
it
in
it’s
immensity
see only sunlight
walking on water.
Stunning poem Donall, seems we all want to steal the sky today! ! I love both of these poems. The second is gorgeous, felt like I was there watching you! HG: -) xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh, what gifts you give me...a box of snow and a box of sky...my cup flows over! Your gifts of words for me are beyond perfect, real treasures, just like a box of snow...something to be savored! Thank you, Love, for such a marvelous gift!