When the frost is on
the pumpkins and the moon joins
the phantom riders
then the veil between two worlds
parts as spirits are rising.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, both for it's formal richness and it's theme. It is indeed a subject that has fascinated me for a long time and I'm glad to find another poet who is inspired by challenging, transcending subject matters... Rod