Waves of snow on a frozen lake
Makes me do a double take.
The spruce’s shadow far below
Glows blue against the sunlit snow.
In a breeze beside the lake
Birch bark flaps squeak clack and
scrape.
In leeward shadow of a bay
The scene is dipped in blue array.
Now the sun is sinking low
Through the trees its eye does glow.
Dry snow crunches beneath my feet
As I walk to a steady beat.
The sun, low in its orb, does turn
A distant building’s windows burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic write! I enjoyed reading it