By Rosalie Hendon Ola de primavera You run your fingers through my hair, waves of red-gold shining in the lamplight Tu pelo es una ola de primavera, you tell me Your hair looks like a wave of spring I imagine a woodland carpeted with hillsides of wildflowers Digo, ola de otoño I mean autumn, you … Continue reading Ola de primavera and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 