I
Warm friends and zither songs
already linked our pleasures
as winter-hardened St. Paul kept us close.
A lunar New Year turned, and suddenly
your new year blended into mine.
II
... A day of unexpected winds
drives foaming clouds across blue sky,
uncovers the wet brilliance of the grass.
Winter-colored birds cross the sunlight.
From bare blackened branches
winged voices chant fragile songs,
piercing both glare and silence.
White light
dispels gray skies and folds of mist
from this spring day I've promised you since TET.
daniel, i read this one again not seeing i had already commented on it. but pleased with different aspects, i'm commenting again. ... A day of unexpected winds drives foaming clouds across blue sky, uncovers the wet brilliance of the grass. Winter-colored birds cross the sunlight. From bare blackened branches winged voices chant fragile songs, piercing both glare and silence. there is good description in these stanzas- i particularly like foaming clouds. add to that, there is a natural and logical flow from the observations in the first of these stanzas to the next one- the winds clearing the clouds to the birds then crossing the sunlight. i also particularly like the phrase fragile songs which i take as literally true but also suggesting this is the transition from winter and a time before the fullness of latter spring or summer. from your poem i'm reminded of three different pieces of mine. the fragile songs brings to mind my description of the birds in my poem snail mornings- not the thick and rousing music of an anthem, but here and there between the trees. the first stanza (i) brings to mind my poems sabbath reverie and vermeer in four dimensions. l'chaim! glen
daniel, this one captured me with its opening Warm friends and zither songs already linked our pleasures as winter-hardened St. Paul kept us close. i wanted to read on. then A lunar New Year turned, and suddenly your new year blended into mine. then easy-flowing vivid images. and then from this spring day I've promised you since TET brings it to a close that feels just right with its envelope structure. nice. glen
Beautiful poem with essence and warmth of spring....has a soothing effect on body and soul! ..................... ..I cordially invite you to read my poem- '...to bosom thee....I'll rise''..and ''never look like one''..plzz share your views in comments.....regards
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A day of unexpected winds drives foaming clouds across blue sky, uncovers the wet brilliance of the grass. Winter-colored birds cross the sunlight. From bare blackened branches winged voices chant fragile songs, piercing both glare and silence. White light dispels gray skies and folds of mist from this spring day I've promised you since TET. - - - - - - This spring poem unfolds joys of a lovely spring.