Under fir tree
puffball crocuses
burst into
star shapes,
visited by interstellar
bug ships-
traders in pollen,
nectar, and other
microscopic star stuff.
It feels like a monologue has been turned into a poem..lovely.. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fabulous! i love this write.. great fun and imagination... serious business to the bugs and fauna though :)