Like a pilot light it is there
and begins to spread, this steely bright
sparkling startling light, encourage us in nature's winter way.
Never gloom but waiting hope
filled advent comes through the promise.
Begin again, reboot and restart,
Nature, God's glove, holds this taper,
Illuminating, with winter light
It's fugue, and symphony of then,
The Winter with its late December bulb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem