the march wind is stirring
and a spring tide awakes the sea
hope and blossoming are on the breeze
the air is growing warmer
as the sun at zenith rises higher
and the sky is a seamless shield of blue
I know this change so well
having counted three score and ten
I see that the span of winter is breaking
the icy prison is melting
to move aside for newborn souls
a pageant as old as this timeless zephyr
the march wind transforms
for now the winter fades and passes
and tears of death ascend to the clouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fresh breezy write. After the cold of winter march breeze is such a welcome sign. A great symbolic write. Not only is the nature changing, but man is also going through rebirth. Spring is certainly the season of rebirth n rejuvenation. You have depicted it v well. A huge 10.
Thanks again. I think Spring is my favorite season though I also love Summer and Fall. But not Winter.