The wind blows
The swamp willows
Like stalk brushes
That paint the midnight sky
And catch the glimpse
Of some passing fox
That draws the gaze
Of some angel
Who whispers to the creator
Who turns to look
Beyond the heavens
2016 Tom Squires
Then catch a glimpes of a passing fox the visual in these lines alone are simply wonder, a very enjoyable read. Annette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style of casually observing something fantastical.