I - Morning Frost
White and crisp the lawn,
Breath to mist before my face,
A winter day born.
II - Breezes
Leaves fly past the road
Wind slapping against my face
Somewhere near it's snowed.
III - Morning Fog
Blanket of ash grey
Cold, bleak silhouettes emerge.
Slowly starts the day.
IV - Sunset
Sky, a twilight grey,
Flames dance across wisps of cloud.
Ends a winter's day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice pair of Haikus! Not an easy task... Terry