We're lucky to have survived each other,
in the aftermath of love
Those promises made as leaves they fell,
from a height so far above
The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,
buries deep within the ground
Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing
—a new song of hopeful sound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
Your love poem gave me a great image to hold onto: leaves hidden beneath the snow. This is a real thing in my yard right now. Thinking of those fall leaves as forgotten love to be reclaimed is wonderful and a reminder that we don't have to tame and tidy everything...and we can return to them despite everything. Nice Kurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'We're lucky to have survived each other, in the aftermath of love' Sadly I have seen this theme repeated far to often. Enjoyed.