E-arly Thursday morning
M-eets March twenty-third;
I-nclement or rugged wind
E-vades every flying bird.
G-ray clouds in the sky
A-re nowhere in view;
R-aindrops never fall,
C-hill fades into the blue.
I-solated shadows vanish into the dark and gray;
A-llow your heart to feel the thrill of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem