blossoms and clouds blowing white
against a blue-washed sky
aureoles of daffodils
above the winter stubble
forsythia miming sunlight
amidst the leafless trees
budded boughs cascading
from early greening willows
birds, birds, undeterred
by all the bluster and chill
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the imagery here Richard. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary