Over the smoky charred cow-dung cakes / under the luminous stars, of sobbing zephyr
Whistling of wind / Messages from beyond / I fail to decipher
Ladies and gentlemen, / these trace fossils belong to / our dearly departed Tyrannosaurus Rex.
When my bamboo flute’s / Sound was deep
Since I lost the hiking trail / I sat under a virgin spruce tree
Now the wish of a poor poet / Is fulfilled
Homer – the land gifted / With boundless natural beauty
Yes, Alaskans, we’ve driven enough plastic vehicles, / Yet they failed to take us to the Virgin Mother Land.
Denali – the mountain endowed / With beauty and charms
Wandering in the woods / Inhaling the tranquillity / Of nature
A lone yellow leaf / nods on a brown branch / a soulful scene, / wind blows
Poem by Tsamchoe Dolma: The mist was gone somewhere in the depth of the valley / The shower left a sweet scent
The clear blue sky, / The warmth of the sun, / The fragrant flowers, / The majestic mountains
The raven caws / from above; / Below him
Yesterday / Like the sun / You shone
I have no summer; no marigold / No dandelions ride in the gentle wind,