Over the emerging Spring garden
Stood a tall quiet house.
Over the house
Reigned a Red Oak with silohouetted young leaves.
Over the oak tree
Floated the gathering silvered clouds
Birthing the shining Full Moon
That glowed like a huge cat's eye
Reflecting light into the coming darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, Heather... I really like the progression! Good write! ! Brian