A wheezing, help'ng jolt, floats daintily
As raindrops tumble on from the sky
While the earth snickers, mischievously
In squalls that rant, in the windy eye
Treetops, influence, the move of breeze
Blowing, harvest time, leaf laughs damply
O' the land, bows down, among the trees
Sneering blast, exhaust endearingly
Protesting with indecent ascent
Pre-winter sun spreads, blue litany
Extending in a chilled jubilant
As pre-winter stoops into flurry
© daniel miltz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Daniel, such a profound poem👍👍👍