i see sprout off a mulch
jaded green fading blue
an inch continue to grow
tempted to give soft touch
very cold, feather smooth
i give couple drops of water
now there are four showing
i cover some for protection
from hungry black birds
maybe i will plant more
like ginger, some tomato
while coldness love to show
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem