The scent of oleander
comes faintly
as a childhood memory:
the cold snap
of surprise at sudden snow
in spring:
the pine tree’s bending
branches trying to shake free:
and in the yard
a playful child’s impatience
as he heedlessly shakes
from his hair
his sudden snow-white years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem! It's so elegantly written.