tomorrow let me raise my chin
and feel the winters chill on my face
let me feel the cut of the bitter wind
as it moves from me to its winters race
let me feel the cold burning into my lungs
my ribs stretching as I deeply breath
while no heat escapes the winter suns
and bitter colds encroach within sleeve
let me love the smell of winters breath
her white blanket here a token
the fallen leaves of summers death
covered now their firm grasp broken
the silent plunge from clouds on high
of brilliant white cathedral’s
there crystal forms together lay
a hundred million steeples
lovely! ! ! keep writing! ! ! could you read and comment on mine too? thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
chill creeps on me.............i need a bit warmth too..... rgrds/salu