bushes and trees
are standing in the
white bed.
the wind and frost, are
starting the dance of joy.
I am examining traces.
which soles, left behind.
somebody, had the big foot
then again, it's snowing,
and tomorrow, it will fill
fields in, and it will be clean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and charming winter picture. Written lightly and efficiently. I like it :))