Oh how I look, but I am easily deceived.
Because you are so well hidden in last fall's dried wrinkling leaves.
Your season is short and on its own time.
A true sign of spring but you are so very hard to find.
You like to sprout where you did before
you're a treasure that is so often ignored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Zachary. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.