The winter snow
is back again
Mother Nature blows
her peppermint winds
even the chimneys hide
from the cold
sparrows tend to nest
in warm places
the arm of ice
like a chill from
the coldest cold
bangs like the devil
and any warm place
with coffee and donuts
will spare your soul
and the squirrels
hide another nut
and the snow
is not that bad
but nature prepares
all for the ecstasy
of peppermint winds
that land on your tongue
The winter sonw
is back again
Mother Nature
bangs on winter doors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would expect nothing less in big rapids