On a solitary vigil so cold and fair
The air took feeling from my face
And gave a glowing in its place,
I saw snow glistening upon the fields
And heard the ringing silence of the night.
Not a breath of wind stirred the snow to dance
As a renegade star put the moon to shame
A distant silver fire that lit the blue night sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely imagery in this one. In the ancient Book of Job, we are told that there are treasures in the snow. I believe you have found them in this poem. Warm regards, Sandra