Sunlight fogging through
Sleepy trees eyelashed with
Dew...
Noises. Dogs shuffling
Empty bowls...a
Bark...
Playpens. No rattling,
Crying. Thumbs in mouths.
Eyes...
Soft lashes brush
Lower lids. Mothers tiptoe
Breakfast...
Sunday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just lovely. Gentle and dreamy. Well done. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX