Snow Powder and Ice
My happy hand reached up to shake,
A branch laden with snow powder.
Indeed it seemed that God did make,
The snow that on me showered.
Sheets of round ice,
Showed reflections all around it.
It caused the pretty fairy's smiling face,
To be shining in it.
It seemed the snow powder,
Belonged to the fairies.in,
Worked with the flower puff they carry
My breath so warm and smooth,
Blew forth,
In a hazy mist.
And there it swirled and swooshed in the cold mist.
Now I knew my place with the fairies
I smiled which the fairies loved
I smiled back
I knew this land was not for me.
It belonged to the fairies,
For the fairy's dances and swirls,
Reflected in the ice mirrors they carried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So warm and smooth with the muse of nature. Nice work.