Not walking too fast,
nor walking at a crawl,
a lady trying to keep warm wrapped in a shawl.
Looking for presents, where I don’t know.
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
Can hardly breathe, the air so cold.
Scuttle empty need another bag of coal.
Found company with whiskey that’s 12 years old.
Feeling its warmth creeping from head to toe.
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
The stars shine above - but not for me.
For I am lost and cannot focus you see.
And as I struggle to know which way to go
I tumble over a poster for a Theatre show.
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
The world around me makes no sense.
I look but cannot fathom whether it’s pretence.
As I see a couple kiss under a sprig of mistletoe,
I'm overcome by emotions, so turn and go.
Following footprints left in the blanket of snow.
As I stand all covered in white,
Shadowed under a lamp post in the night.
I hear a friendly voice coming down from the falling snow,
‘Merry Christmas to you all – ho ho ho’
Dancing footprints in the blanket of snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyed this...impressive crafting...structurally fluxive ~FjR~