We are the vapour
of earths senses
in early morning sun,
the breath
of wild poppies
as we ripple through
quickening grasses
when day begins.
We will always be here
in country fields
until intensity surrenders
our spirits back
to their beginnings.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting poem of the importance that the daily sun has on our lives? ........well written.
Thankyou for your interest and comment, Tom x