Pods of Poetry
rattle in the cold
rhythms
reaching—
through the seasons;
the skeletal vines
undisturbed
by the bothering fame.
Feb.4th,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seasonal rhythms are reaching up to mind and we are feeling these. Sweetness of nature always motivates us to write poems. Your lovely poetry spreads fragrance of spring flower. An excellent sharing is done here.