A gray persona shadows the house,
as occupations of the owner change.
Bare trees stand in the front yard;
mourning for spring.
Green becomes visible as the grass regains strength.
Flowers are planted in pots;
in effort to reintroduce optimism.
Hundreds of healthy, stemmed blades of grass are vibrant,
looking up at the “for sale” sign in the yard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yay for spring! it's like the superman season!