on the grass blades
tiny glass dewdrops closely clung
to reflect rainbows

Blue skies glisten,
the morning sun kisses

The Robin, announcing   
  the day

The sweetness of spring,
  to all lovers it brings

Renewed wishes,
—the fresh promise of May

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

40 years on earth
Still can't seem to find my place...
When can I go home?

I lay flat
on the ground underneath
my warm skin I feel
the cold grass,
I sink into the earth as
we become one
while the first rays of sun
kiss my skin and
welcome me back
to life.

A long dark tunnel
With slimy walls
A low roof
And places to fall

At the end of the tunnel
Shines a faint light
Guiding the way
For lost souls of the night

It's hard going
Staggering and crawling
With the sound of silence
And stench of something appalling

The light of the heavens
Flickers off and on
The only certainty
Of tomorrow's fresh dawn

The intertwined branches of the
woods are brown...
There is not a song in far away lands
The scarf has pain
Knitting veil from my hair
The trees are repetitive to me
I see a man, green
Having no woman next to him

شاخه هاشان در هم تنیده
...چوب ها قهوه ایست
دوردست ها آوازی ندارد
روسری درد می کشد
از موهایم حجاب می بافد
درختان برایم تکرار اند
من
مردی سبز را می بینم
...که زنی در کنارش ندارد