Slowly rays pierced
The cloud
And for a moment
I felt as if I'd been
Reborn
Knowing the coming
Months will see the
Valley in a new light
And the now dormant
Land like a well
After a period of drought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked 3 of your poems: the Derry haiku, the Van Gogh morning, the Trace of Silver - you have good eyes and you describe well. Natural description without obvert 'message' is your forte.