climb an ancient mountain
coaxed by a dream of blue
rainbow sky emerging
after a slow walk
above an earth
dirt-brown and mud-soft
warm temperature
almost summer
stopping to share the shade
with a clump of sweet berries
and wasps
somewhere, the world
is full of men
more important than spring
but on this special
secret, sacred path, all that
falls away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!