the scent of rain upon the dust;
a bit of respite promised us
as reluctant, summer wanes
(tho soon it must
defer
to autumn's own essential thrust
of weather more preposterous
but share a season now, tho fein
each of the two
prefer
to reign alone.) - the world entrusts
the moon to measure time and thus
she, ever present through the year
as seasons change
and turn
sees all of life from birth to dust
tho through her monthly courses must
herself to crescent from a sphere
her countenance arrange
while burning
there amidst the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem