I slip
Away
Like wind
When summer
Is just around the corner
Baby
Robins
Chirping
As I whisper
Past the nest into woods
Find me
Sleeping
In wide fields
Where wind dances around fawns
Happy
In spring
Waiting
To awake
‘Til the slanting sun calls out
My name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem