Hills of green
Cloaked in crystalline frosted white
As the shortest day fades in hues of orange and gold
And weary is the world for want of brighter days
As the distant Sun has rendered dormant
The growth cycle to its lowest ebb
Yet; from this death, a rebirth
Only the Sun can bring
The promise of life when days grow long, in Winter Sun
© Calac
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice...especially the third stanza......10