I was not listening
could not share my,
thoughts with you today.
To tear my gaze
away from winter,
changing
in the coolest way.
And even in the springtime,
when next you come to call
Manuka blushing prettily
Kowhai hung with gold
I cannot promise
anything,
I am enticed to watch it all.
Copyright ©Roan Apr.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can one resist the captivating magnificence of seasonal beauty. I love your poem Ann.....10
Thank you Simone. I appreciate your comment