Black clouds gather
In the west,
Bluey, inky black,
Threatening
More than rain.
A cherry blossom tree,
Bowed under the weight
Of its blooms,
Silhouetted
Against a darkening backcloth.
Small shrubs bathed
In temporary sunlight
Glow in shades of green and gold,
Their leaves grasping, stretching,
Greedy for enrichment.
Advancing clouds continue
To creep stealthily
On an aimless breeze.
To the east,
Wispy, whiskery,
Snow white clouds
Sail across a glorious
Blue sky,
Unaware.
Garden resplendent
Spikes of green, carpets of blue,
Corners of yellow,
Pretty profusion.
Trees, flowers in harmony
Perfection.
Dark clouds ride jealously
Towards the east
To snuff out the glory
Consume in grey
Shroud.
And my laundry is outside
Languishing on the line!
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I would like to translate this poem
what a neat picture this poem paints. i like it a lot.! love starr