Fragrant swarms the pollen
Garnishing eaved roof tops
Dizzying aroma's mist o'er
Emerald veiled dales-
Gentle melding of fields O'
Flora-enibriating smells O'
Freshly picked clover
Overwhelming to us...
A dalliance or two while
Traveling a pebbled honed path
Comes awake a hint O' sweet Jasmine
Electri-citing my renewed senses
Following closely in on the tail O'
A moon beam...
My heart 'tis dancing through air
Dawn much like the twiglight
(the entering and exiting of light)
Revering blue skies coming and going-
Interrupted mid-day by a rainbow erecting
A full arch across the horizon...
Remanents O' Spring shower
Complete with sparrows singing in unison
There cannot be any question as to why
This season 'tis called Spring-
It 'tis in the air-in our blood
Just as day ends in the West
And begins itself in the East
'Tis a mere fraction-
of God's Masterpiece
What a masterpiece this write is, beautiful, graceful and such a glorious gentle flow. Well penned Theodora!
What a glorious celebration of God's creation. And quite aprapo as spring is finally arriving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fantastic poem Theodora