Spring begins deep, hidden.
Mysterious rays slip through,
whisper to seed, cold spore.
A bird offers its unique aria.
Winter coma awakens, melts.
Snow softens, trickles down..
Streams shed icy wraps.
Windflowers pop, peek about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece very warm and natural thank you