So cold,
so wet,
pretty to look at
never one the same,
fun to play in
crunches under feet
glissins like dimonds in the sun
fun to catch on your tongue
but then spring comes
and the snow goes into hidding
until next winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imagery cool poemo... I like snow.. Snowflakes to u Roger