Across the night, the moon is towing
A host of clouds that start it snowing
Upon the silver rivers flowing
A tumbing star, the first flake falls
Wraps the world in icy shawls.
A silent sky, a silent light
Shines down with ghostly pale delight
The shadows of the world take flight
Gone is darkness of before
To dance in moonshine evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your delightful rhyming style. I shall read more of your poems. Keep writing and sharing with us. Marilyn