Simmering lights staring at the sky
As after a drizzle clouds towards
The horizon fly
Simmering lights wake up to the
Fall of evening when sun rays
Go pale and die
Simmering lights that brighten up
The streets with heads bowing
Down to roads
Simmering lights show way to the
Passersby and snakes, worms, ants,
Moths and toads
Simmering lights close eyes with
Sight of fluttering wings and cold
Grasses on lawns
Simmering lights from poles pull
Up the black shroud to the sound
Of mills and horns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lighting paths to show the way. Lovely, so beautifully written.
Thanks very much for constant support Jennifer. I am glad you like my poems. Gratitude.