April's silver rain enriches dull earth.
Green shoots emerge from tender, wounded ground.
They announce the return of Spring's bright mirth:
The season of soft light, warm tones and sounds.
Soon sweet violets will bloom, and avenues,
Will be covered in pink and white blossoms.
We will recover from the winter blues,
And awaken from bitterest boredom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully written colorful poem of the spring. Bravo!
Thanks Sankaran...your kind, perceptive comments are very much appreciated!