Brown lawn, long
Gone to Winter's
Talons...
Made a bed for snow...
Lake for rain...
Home for crickets...
Some night, when
We're asleep...
Spring's Dragon
Will fly, tearing at
Dead grass
With deadlier claws...
Morning's Sun
Will remember green.
The Dragon's gift...
Five months not seen...
Beautifully written and well worth the vote, great imagry Chris
Nice Write Elysabeth! Five months is sooo long though! *10*! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elegant and fun at the same time. How did you do that?