maybe it's time to go beyond this hour of snow
prolonged it seems a season of woe
into the new fledged Spring
held down to a violet whispering
a hint of rouge in the sky
a surge of who knows why
the miracle still occurs
when the long night turns to pearl.
mary angela douglas 6 september 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem