Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding
as stealthy night goes, creeping.
Perched at verge of day
is cock of the crystal clock.
Blooms are anywhere
on morning of fading moon,
when rouge sun frolics with June.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece it was very profound Bravo! ! ! !
I'm glad you found it to be so. Thank you, LeeAnn.