Buildings stretch their colours
The winter inertia
Sheds at the blossoms call
And birds gentle airs
I sit. look - wondering
Situate my green tea
In sunlit grass passed by
With pious ritual
The rosemary flowers
Then the sheening trunk
To plum bloom metaphors
The mind future wanders
Colour makes us lazy
A redundant appreciation
Moments are soon forgot
We see - know- all without thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, michael o. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks