When it's good
I find you reading
Under a full tree.
The shadows of its leaves
Dance around you and
A warm breeze parts your hair.
Then I walk you home.
When it's bad
The same tree is naked.
I only find you because a bitter
Wind peels wet leaves
From your cold, white thigh.
Then I struggle to untangle
The tree's roots from your hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific! I love these contrasts and personifications. The best part is that you capture both with a beauty and grace. -chuck