Autumns sunflamed trees now skeleton bare.
The empty branches resembling the neuronic brain,
but no activity there….
Winters cold tendrils gripeven the warmest heart.
The snow blankets all life and hides stark beauty.
The ice numbs…..
Summers sun scorching the earth and drying the rivers.
Fish dying in mud filled pools and foundations cracking.
Tender plants succumbing……
Springso indecisive. a poor mans summer
Constant rain, melting the snow covered secrets kept hidden by winter,
yet maybe a whisper of the promise of renewal……..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The empty branches resembling the neuronic brain. Autumn's appearance motivates mind. Winter whispers behind this. Renewal of promise is done here. An interesting poem is shared here...10
Many thanks Kumarmani for your kind words - so pleased you found it interesting..thank you