The snow has gotten in the way of everything.
Homes have been turned into
gingerbread houses
topped with sugar.
The very sight
of our mudroom fills me with ennui,
And I feel white and cold.
And a false step sends one plunging
up to the waist in snow.
And i feel white and cold and confused.
I feel like a snowman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And a false step sends one plunging up to the waist in snow. And i feel white and cold and confused. I feel like a snowman..lovley and intersting poem and feels the pulse of cruelnature too...10