Gold lining, no silver...
Sun-flooded glows...
Grey clouds soften...
One rooster crowing.
Hawk perches early.
No movement.
No shadow.
Much food.
Vapors rise from
The Delphic floor.
I will not robe
Today. Nor speak.
I will listen...
Bemused.
This is excellent, evocative.. musical and wonderful! Thanks so much. Frank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great scene to rise to. Thanks for sharing Elysabeth! *10*! ! ! Thad