Upon our powder lawn tonight
bright crystal carpet, cotton white,
soon morn may dawn, spawn golden ray
to spirit sprinkled snow away.
Yet with a little luck we might
enjoy the sight and share delight,
until snow thaws in April, May,
with Jack Frost lost to glass display.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is good poetry Jonathan.its simplicity makes it perfect