The great North Wind rattles the trees
And shatters their twigs to splinters
The sparkling quilt of snow knee-deep
Paves the streets of winter
Hilly dams span the roads
With city traffic hindered
Trudging through the sterile cold
Of the dry, crackling winter
A birch tree bends upon a wheel
Is any body injured?
Soft as snow, as hard as steel
A picture, a killer, winter
The sun dies out by four o'clock
The night sky quickly enters
It creeps in with short, breathy steps
That sombre, freezing winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW.that was really good i liked it hope to read more of your poems.: D