Jack Frost came
a thief in the night
His touch left my flowers
a sad ugly sight.
He lingered till morning
Whisked away by the sun
but he left a message
in the damage he done.
he'll bring old man winter
(Winter's just round the bend)
He's waiting for Autumn
to come to her end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem