The howling gale subsides
to lullaby proportions -
the wind’s bluster
suddenly becalmed -
I watch the scudding clouds -
their bellies washed
by a low surfing sun -
no-one has told them
to stop their scurrying
so I return to mine.
27 January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you Malcolm a wonderful poem- connected to Nature.