You can sense dread in the trees as winter approaches.
With it’s freezing temperatures, and robbing of the sunlight.
With it’s chilling winds, and blinding storms.
And yet when I look to winter all I see is the beautiful new fallen snow, and the crystals hanging off the sleeping trees.
When I think of winter I see new beginnings, and life put on hold so we can enjoy what we can of this Angelic season
I long for the passion that is winter.
I like 'the sleeping trees' and the 'passion that is winter'. Whose passion? Winter's or ours or both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely worded poem about winter. I find winter exciting because of the cold refreshing air and the beauty of snow. Nice work. Kate