Goldfinches congregate
in the mimosa trees.
The sun is rising,
topaz and cerise.
The first roses radiate
their signature scent
and industrious honeybees
report to their stations.
The shadow on the sundial
lengthens ominously
as I bathe in the pulsations
of my garden and
I think up excuses
to miss work.
Good suggestions, Andrew. I added a couple of lines and revised a few others. I think my strong points are in writing very brief poems, such as haiku. I give up on a long poem very quickly. I'm sure that's why I don't write novels. Thanks, Andrew, for the recommendations.
And why not indeed Sonny, mimosa is such a relaxing fragrance. I wrote a poem about bathing in it once.10 from Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfectly scripted lazy day... brilliantly done, Sonny! Brian