The cock
greets the morning
as does too
the weather vane
its cock turning to
face a new direction
I too
(under the guidance
of my lover's hand)
rising...rising!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a cocky little poem this is...capable of using up all the possible meanings. I see you are rising and...shining. A smile tiptoed across my face! love Dee Dee