For every time
and place, the right
encouragement.
A bog has small Xyris flowers,
budding on thin blades in the morning hours,
spreading yellow petals in the soggy afternoon;
the ordinary wayside’s
O. speciosa is perfumed
and open by both day and night,
lives without water if it has to;
closing its showy primrose only when
the sun first rises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
right encouragement. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.