The sun casts morning shadows
over the frost-covered ground.
Blackbirds search for breakfast,
but there's nothing to be found
Yesterday's rain created puddles
are now all frozen over.
My warm breath is kissed by the cold,
and is seen as frosty vapour.
The ducks, geese, and swans, of the lake,
are forced into the ice-reduced pool.
Many are left to slip and slide on the ice,
but the domineering seagulls rule.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely nature poem, we don't seem to get much snow these days as the climate is changing. Merry Christmas.