I went out upon a winter night journey-
I didn't arrive back until the delivery from a summer misted morning-...
I wasn't for sure what I was searching out-
All I knew is that Id soon find out-and at that time would know without a doubt~~
I did however find and retrieve
a few tokens from a wind torn tree
A lot more to me-
then just what one left from the fall trees leaves that never fell
I also wondered upon a group of guppies singing Noelle-Noelle-
I remember thinking what the hell-
and where'd they come from- why are they signing that song
in the middle of summer?
As I sat and watched & wondered..
I couldn't help but feel less then a little dumber-
I fell into a deep winter solar eclipse slumber-
I woke up upon a old frozen cucumber-
I believe it was some where around November- or December-
I really for sure can't even remember-
But what stings my brain with vivid histamine-
is the ice cold rain -drops- as with thick in gesture -gently dropped
upon the tin roof tops-
I grew quite drowsy- as my thoughts were somewhat arousing
I awoke just in time to see the john deer green tractor spokes
tilling up the farmlands- with a farmers tan- and the hands of a hard working man-
The sun was shining nice and bright the wind of spring still packed a chilly bite-
The farmers are almost finished sowing their crops-
Before you know it all the tops
of the bean & corn stalks
will be ready to be plucked & cropped
as the Earth settles into yet another cold winter sun drained spot-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem