Wrestling wet on winter's heel,
Running from a shifty stemming soul
Scraping skies with white-lustered frenzy...
The discontentment isn't bound by
Showers in spring,
Torrents of summer
or the burning-brisk of autumn.
Winter's smite won't deter
your wrath through tumbling skies.
Seek my attention
as you always have,
And I, as many before
Am so unable
To ignore.
Feb.2006 sinnaminsun (revised in Feb.2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem short and sweet : ]