Moon sets, sun rises.
Casting the sky in hues
Of pink, orange and blue
Frost licks the window.
Trees with bare limbs seem oddly
Beautiful against the backdrop
Cold swirls around me
Biting at my legs,
And reddening my nose and cheeks
I try to zip my jacket
But my fingers are too numb.
So I let it hang open.
The coldness consumes me
Gobbles me up
Makes me apart of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem