After the rain
The air hangs
Fresh and cool,
As by a stream.
While on the pale
Crumbling wall
Ivy gleams
With a strangely
Captivating light.
And yet it is only
Half as bright
As new-leaved limes
In this urban glade,
Where wrens trill
And yellow archangels
Flower in the shade.
Copyright Susy Evelyne 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem. 'In this urban glade, Where wrens trill And yellow archangels Flower in the shade.' Heart touching imagery, liked these lines very much!