It is not yet spring.
The birds return and build their nests,
the sun lingers long in the sky,
but it is not yet spring.
The crocus peek among the grass,
the daffodils raise their head,
but it is not yet spring.
For I am dormant still,
in my winter state.
I wait.
(5-12-2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.