M-ist and haze Wednesday
A-re both nowhere in view;
E-arly January twenty-first is far away from blue.
M-orn has just broken,
E-vening shadows vanish;
N-ight chill disappears,
D-ark raindrops diminish.
E-xcitement is truly brought by the farm and the plow;
Z-estfully ride the cart drawn by the carabao.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem