The frost on the grass looks almost like glass
The mist in the air drifts slowly
The cold on the pane reaches me again
As the ground looks chilled below me
But although there is a definite chill in the air
As I look outside I am suddenly aware
That the frost and the mist take the edges away
Making the view somehow less grey
I tend to agree, wasn't my best but i only give myself half and hour and submit it even if i am not happy with it 8)
With this effort, if I were you, I would quit trying for this project! lol Flying lemming indeed needs some poetry lessons...rofl Tai suggesting you ask on the forum! lol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand what you say about critics Mr FL and I agree, negative critters are just empty critters trying to feel big. I am so pleased with your own judgement on the above poem, having read it again, I do see some appeal, but prose are prose and poetry is a mystery us poets are constantly trying to solve. I love it when it snows here too, although I live in a most gloriously quaint place all year round. Smiling at you, tai