Earth mysteries glint in the warmed bricks,
and soft-eyed passers-by
reflect the palette sparkles,
and my once-upon-a-times
slip, comforted, into walled secrets
in spots of
russet and gold and brown and green,
softly in the morning sun.
(16 July 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem