She has come, she has come, she has come!
Finally on the side of the street where sun rays shone.
The leaves are all new, shining bright and painted fresh green,
The doves on my ledge have collars with iridescent green.
The month of March has ushered her arrival,
I saw a truck full of chicken silent and non committal,
And I wondered was it because it was on the other side?
Where the sun rays had decided not to shine.
Or she too had come,
And I shall meet her at Lunch,
Salivating, tender, well done, and crunch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem