You glisten faintly in winter’s chill
So pale, so fragile, so thin.
Breathing in the silence,
Reveling in the isolation,
Which is mirrored in
Your chilly blue eyes.
A snowflake falls.
Another.
And another.
A perpetual haze of frozen tears
From unseen eyes up above
Showers you in remembrances
Of past and future seasons.
But to you, winter is the only reality
A forest of heavy laden trees
Stands stark against the sky still crying
Its crystal pearls,
Which you gather in your arms
And string together
To adorn your haunting frame.
A shaft of sunlight
Slants between the dying branches,
Shattering the fragile beauty of winter.
It surrounds you with an unearthly glow
As the world disintegrates
And so do you.
A puddle stands where you once stood.
A slowly-melting necklace of frosty lace
Floats upon the surface.
And rain replaces snowflakes as the sky weeps
For your loss
And for the sacrifice of the coming of spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An apt description of the life of a snowman. I especially like the second and last stanzas.