During cold is when I'm potent,
the sap comes
back
to me.
Then as the warmth comes
back,
the sap goes
back
to leaves and scents,
and I am back
impotent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An unexpected situation, the opposite of what you would expect. To feel virile in winter, why not? Why not be potent in spring and summer also? A poem which makes a statement and asks questions. Excellent.