The icy mist is rolling through the streets
engulfing cars and houses all the same
and fogs falling down - heavenly fleets
of wet and cold, nobody is to blame.
Wrapped faces, hid by scarves and woolly hats
look frozen, eager to be home again.
Bravo... Very well written and the flow is outstanding... In this poem you have described winter very beautifuly... Winter is the best season of the year...And especially december is just the best, maybe because I was born in december! ! .... I really enjoyed reding this poem... Keep up the great work... Honest Luck... MARYAM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
winter here now but no snow yet