The sun is an
orange hanging from a branch in my garden # 4-4
The
sun is an orange hanging from a branch in my garden
Heavy
rain leaves invisible nests
As
wet birds over green leaves
Falling
hungry to the wet ground to peck
&
the worms drink those dreams
from
moisture and begin to fly.
The
sun is an orange hanging from a branch in my garden
My
frozen hand takes it
As
a fruit that planet starts rolling down
As
a sweet fire
Savouring
the air and the simple life
Of
being the sun hanging in my garden.
El Sol es una naranja colgando de la rama en mi Jardín
El Sol es una naranja
colgando de la rama en mi jardín
La lluvia deja nidos
invisibles
Parecidos a pájaros mojados
sobre las hojas verdes
Que caen hambrientos a
picotear la tierra mojada
Los gusanos beben esos
sueños
desde la humedad y comienzan
a volar.
El Sol es una naranja
colgando de la rama en mi jardín
Mi mano helada lo toma
Como un fruto que roda
planeta abajo
Como un fuego dulce
Saboreando el aire y la vida
simple
De ser sol colgando en mi
jardín.
I find I beautiful sun (Sol) in my garden this morning very juicy and delicious
ReplyDeleteVery fine poem. I can almost smell it.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteLove the imagery
ReplyDeletethanks Lizz
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