from "While Passing Through"/Fall
November dawn.
Behind the matrix of branches
in black silhouette
I see a smudge of pink—
witness another birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful! Nature is truly a window into the heart of Love and life.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Smoky. Yes, how bound up the scene and weather outside can be with our feelings—at least for many or most of us. It’s hard for me now to understand adults who seem immune and out of touch with nature. Hoping you’re thriving, Glen