The moon reflects upon the snow,
As I tremble head to toe
The cold bites without end,
As I search for a friend
Knocking upon every door,
Some will answer,
But most ignore
Those who let me see
The hearth’s warm glow,
Will only kick me to the snow
Forever more I must roam
But I fear, I am alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the winter metaphor... It works both literally and figuratively! Well done!