A bit persistent, rain has finally left.
The sky is a stretch of blue,
withdrawn, uninterrupted.
An early ray drops a hint of laziness;
the dew lingers till the morning sun
picks it up
Trees drooping, as if in a trance,
wait for a whiff of wind
to rise, fondle the leaves.
A column of smoke from the roadside hut
spirals up, hangs in the air,
then disappears.
The aimless drift of few stray clouds
in the endless space takes away
all sense of haste.
A chill in the air brings an echo
of the hard squads of wintry days
marching in.
This poem is as about the weather here in Russia today! Wonderul catch! A chill in the air brings an echo of the hard squads of wintry days marching in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In hint of laziness the early drops of light rays still open the activeness of mind with this sky of stretched blue color. What an amazing poem wisely composed and shared really. Interesting sharing....10