The unmoving of the air sings the midwinter sigh
Trees being unheard veils of the summer memory
Their thin rhythm hold the alighted evening notes
A suggested whisper in the dusk sky emptiness
These bird placed improvisations lilting with some aria
In the fabric of the turning seasons slumber
A winter air lullaby a roosted moments harmony
To the wan sun and the year's setting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! Suggested whisper! So many random great ideas here gives the piece it's magic. Loved it Mike.