Should I forget your vermillion skies
Your slate blue dusks
Your wildflowers by the side of the road
goldfinch parleys through the April trees
Springs bubbling up at the headwaters
In secret icy fountaining
May it be told of me nothing in chimes
Or that I was barely on earth.
mary angela douglas 27 march 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You penned it so beautifully. Thanks.