The Untranslatable: Psithurism

This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. By Thomas Page A smooth zephyr carries the fallen leaves of trees Across the dried concrete littered with autumn Painted shades of orange and yellow On a … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Psithurism

Winter Haiku (305-309)

By Thomas Page   The hues of winter Like a forgotten photo Are rich in mem'ry.   The orang'd leaves, champions of Autumn, remain strong on Hibernating trees.   The frozen pond like The artisan's glass imbued With imperfections.   Time gushes like a Wound while traffic like white blood Cells clot up cars.   … Continue reading Winter Haiku (305-309)