For a brief moment
a spirit rested in a cloud
and listened there to
the rain it held, singing.
Together they made music
that fell with shafts
of shining, shine, and winging
wet with suns rays
gently kissed the earth,
leaving a pure sky
silver chilled and breathing freshness.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sally, this is wonderful. My kind of poetry! A poetess you really are. God Bless my friend; D