Delight

A translation of Gliondar which I posted on Feb 20th.

Delight

Sauntering along a woodland trail on a winter’s evening,

rich green moss all around; on the tree trunks,

the rocks, in the pools of water.

The whole path like a emerald stream running before me;

gentle on my eyes, quiet in my ears, soft beneath my feet.

Here and there, patches of yellow-green sunlight

‒ nature’s smiles ‒

running alongside like a young pup

and myself filling with the delight that sight brings.