At the end of the neighbour’s garden
It fills the window frame from side to side
Like a living Pissaro
Four foot by three foot of
Blooming white blossom
Sometimes
Capturing the birds
As though singing in the snow.
Twill eventually fall
Like confetti
Marrying the pear buds to the branch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear those birds singing in the snow. May you always see something so beautiful from your own personal window on the world.10 without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra