As I emerge from work
the view reflects my mood.
The shifting clouds obscure the sun.
The wind is cutting
like the speech from management I heard today—
it shakes the leaves and branches.
To the east are clouds
like stuff from wooly aphids
clinging to the mountain ridge
and to my consciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The clouds indicate uneasiness and fear. Nice one.
sumit, thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. all the best to you. -glen kappy