I look across our garden,
Around the edges
The bright flowers of summer
Fall from broken stems,
My gaze caresses this furrowed past,
My thoughts stray,
Wondering at spring’s yesterday,
Now turned fallow fall.
I feel the cold bite of winter
On my cheeks,
Touch a rose’s petal no longer bright with life.
These fading colors
Brought to fullness with my summer’s sweat,
Fertilized with the stink of my mistakes,
Are now only regrets,
From this garden of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem