salty dripping from my hair
wipe off and some dare
trickle to my shoulder
i grasp full-palm so soft
but i have to let go, i miss
winter when it's okay to have
fearsome sniff lighten my head
watching falling on my knees
balls of grayish brown; highlights
match marble floor; i'm please
i see image on a big mirror
newly born from winter chore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Season is giving us more than varieties of weather. The poet successfully describe his point of view about the nature in such good poem. Well done.